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The Carters - EVERYTHING IS LOVE Album Lyrics



The Carters - EVERYTHING IS LOVE Lyrics






SUMMER

[Rory]
Right now inside the place to be with the one JAY-Z and Bey
Slowing down the dance to a different type of speed
You know it's Cool & Dre deh pan the beat
You know, a bloodclaat heat
(Right)

[Beyoncé & JAY-Z]
Let's make love in the summertime, yeah
On the sands, beach sands, make plans
To be in each other's arms, yeah
Let it breathe, let it breathe
I wanna drown in the depth of you, yeah, yeah
When the water's so blue (so blue, so blue)
So blue (so blue)
I need to take my time, oh yeah
Show you somethin' real (so real)
So real (let it breathe), so real (let it breathe, so real)
I want you to come inside right now
So you know just how I feel
How I feel (let it breathe, let it breathe), yeah

[Beyoncé]
We never been this far from the shore
We might not ever go back anymore
Got you all in your emotions, hit you with the force then
Tell me your desires, I won't ever tire
You'd rather play the game than to throw the fight
Boy you know that ain't right
When I'm needing your affection, I need that attention
Up and down motion, come swim in my ocean, yeah yeah

[Beyoncé & JAY-Z]
Let's make love in the summertime, yeah
On the sands, beach sands, make plans
To be in each other's arms
Let it breathe, let it breathe
I wanna drown in the depth of you, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Where the water's so blue
So blue (so blue)

[JAY-Z]
I brought my sand to the beach
Hopped out the Lam' with the sheep
Skin rugs on the floor
We hugged, made love on the seats
We tried to hide in the hills
We watched the sky turn peach
Summer's light like, summer's night
It's like, Christ masterpiece
She taste like Corona Light, sweet
Even the lime gotta squeeze
She gave me a lil' swig, to chase behind my weed
If I can stay in her hair forever, that'd be fine by me
I don't have no concept of time
Even with a rose gold Concept on me
I remember summer nights in the projects
Bullet rounds interrupting my Chi
When the worst thing that could happen
Zipped up his jacket and ran back down the street
In Bel-Air, only the nights get cold
I wrapped a yellow jacket 'round Bey
It's not lost on me, music has my kids sound asleep

[Beyoncé & JAY-Z]
Oh, let's make love in the summertime, yeah
On the sands, beach sands, make plans
To be in each other's arms, yeah
Let it breathe, let it breathe
I need to take my time to show you somethin' real (so real)
This is real (so real)
I want you to come inside right now
So you know just how I feel, how I feel
Let's make love in the summertime
Let's make love in the summertime
Be in each other's arms
Let it breathe, let it breathe
Let's make love in the summertime, yeah
On the sands, beach sands, make plans
To love in each other's arms, yeah

[Damian Marley]
Love is universal
Love is going to express itself as a form of forgiveness and compassion for each other
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andre Christopher Lyon, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Homer Steinweiss, Leon Michels, Marcello Valenzano, Michael Herard, Shawn Carter, Thomas Brenneck
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




APESHIT

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Stack my money fast and go (fast, fast, go)
Fast like a Lambo (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I be jumpin' off the stage, ho (jumpin', jumpin', hey, hey)
Crowd better savor (crowd goin' ape, hey)
I can't believe we made it (this is what we made, made)
This is what we're thankful for (this is what we thank, thank)
I can't believe we made it (this a different angle)
Have you ever seen the crowd goin' apeshit? Rah!

Gimme my check, put some respeck on my check
Or pay me in equity, pay me in equity
Or watch me reverse out the debt (skrrt)
He got a bad bitch, bad bitch
We livin' lavish, lavish
I got expensive fabrics
I got expensive habits
He wanna go with me (go with me)
He like to roll the weed (roll the weed)
He wanna be with me (be with me)
He wanna give me that vitamin D (D!)
Ice ornaments, icy style tournaments (woo)
You ain't on to this (no)
Don't think they on to this (no)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bought him a jet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shut down Colette
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Phillippe Patek
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get off my dick (uh, hey)

Gimme the paw, gimme the ball, take the top shift (ball)
Call my girls and put 'em all on a spaceship (brr)
Hang one night with 'Yoncé, I'll make you famous (hey)
Have you ever seen the stage goin' apeshit? Rah

Stack my money fast and go (fast, fast, go)
Fast like my Lambo (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Jumpin' off the stage, ho (jumpin', jumpin', hey, hey)
Crowd better savor (crowd goin' ape, hey)
I can't believe we made it (this is what we made, made)
This is what we're thankful for (this is what we thank, thank)
I can't believe we made it (this a different angle)
Have you ever seen the crowd goin' apeshit? (Offset!)

I'm a gorilla in the f*ckin' coupe
Finna pull up in the zoo
I'm like Chief Keef meet Rafiki, who been lyin' "King" to you?
Pocket, watch it, like kangaroos
Tell these clowns we ain't amused
'Nana clips for that monkey business, 4-5 got change for you
Motorcade when we came through
Presidential with the planes too
One better get you with the residential
Undefeated with the cane too
I said no to the Superbowl, you need me, I don't need you
Every night we in the endzone, tell the NFL we in stadiums too
Last night was a f*ckin' zoo
Stagedivin' in a pool of people
Ran through Liverpool like a f*ckin' Beatle
Smoke gorilla glue like it's f*ckin' legal
Tell the Grammy's f*ck that 0 for 8 shit
Have you ever seen the crowd goin' apeshit? (Rah)

Stack my money fast and go (fast, fast, go)
Fast like my Lambo (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Jumpin' off the stage, ho (jumpin', jumpin', hey, hey)
Crowd better savor (crowd goin' ape, hey)
I can't believe we made it (this is what we made, made)
This is what we're thankful for (this is what we thank, thank)
I can't believe we made it (this a different angle)
Have you ever seen the crowd goin' apeshit? Rah!

Haters in danger (dangerous)
Whole lot of gangin' (gang)
35 chains (chains, chains)
I don't give a damn 'bout the fame (nope)
G8 planes (tshh, tshh)
Alexander Wang (woo!)
She a thot that you claim (woo!)
Can't be toppin' my reign (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Poppin', I'm poppin', my bitches all poppin'
We go to the dealer and cop it all (cop it all)
Sippin' my favorite alcohol (alcohol)
Got me so lit, I need Tylenol (Tylenol)
All of my people, I free 'em all (free 'em all)
Hop in the whip, wanna see the stars
Sendin' the missiles off, drinkin' my inhibitions off
250 for the Richard Mille, yeah yeah, live in a field
My body make Jigga go kneel
Man, my momma, my Lord, my shield
Look at my jewelry, I'm lethal (lethal)
These diamonds on me, they see-through (see-through)
I'm a Martian, they wishin' they equal (equal)
I got M's on the back like Evisu

Gimme the paw, gimme the ball, take a top shift (she went crazy)
Call my girls and put 'em all on a spaceship
Hang one night with 'Yoncé, I'll make you famous
Have you ever seen the crowd goin' apeshit? Rah!

Stack my money fast and go (fast, fast, go)
Fast like a Lambo (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I be jumpin' off the stage, ho (jumpin', jumpin', hey, hey)
Crowd better savor (crowd goin' heavy)
I can't believe we made it (this is what we made, made)
This is what we're thankful for (this is what we thank, thank)
I can't believe we made it (this a different angle)
Have you ever seen the crowd goin' apeshit? Rah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fast and go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Quavious Marshall, Shawn Carter, Beyonce Carter, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Pharrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




BOSS

[Beyoncé]
Ain't nothing to it, real one
Ain't nothing to it, boss
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one
Ain't nothing to it (there's nothing!), boss

I pay the cost, who 'gon take it off? (take it off)
I record then I ball (then I ball), I ignored a lot of calls (click, click)
You ain't talkin' about nothin', I ain't got no time
Got that dinero on my mind
Ooh, I got real problems just like you (Bitch!)
Tell that bitch, "I don't like you" (I don't f*ck with you!)

[Chorus]
Ain't nothing to it, real one
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), boss
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), I boss
Ooh, real one, uh, I'm a boss

[JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
(Let me get 'em, Bey)
Hundred million crib, three million watch, all facts
No cap, false, nigga, you not a boss, you got a boss
Niggas getting jerked, that shit hurts, I take it personally
Niggas rather work for the man than to work with me
Just so they can pretend they on my level, that shit is irkin' to me
Pride always goeth before the fall, almost certainly
It's disturbing what I gross (what I gross!)
Survey says you not even close (not even close)
Everybody's bosses 'til it's time to pay for the office
'Til them invoices separate the men from the boys, over here
We measure success by how many people successful next to you
Here we say you broke if everybody gets broke except for you
Boss!

[Beyoncé]
Ain't nothing to it, real one (real one)
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), boss (boss, boss, boss)
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one (real one)
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), I boss
Ooh, real one, I'm a boss, oh, yeah

Ain't nothing to it, I boss so I bought my momma a whip
My great-great-grandchildren already rich
That's a lot of brown chi'r'en on your Forbes list
Probably lookin' around my compound on my fortress, boss (boss, boss, boss)
I be ridin' around with my seat reclinin'
Droppin' my daughter off at school every morning
We slammin' car doors, I be true ballin' on these bum whores
You ain't talkin' about nothing, I ain't got no time, boss
Chill, tell them paps they gotta relax (you tried it!)
Toes in the sand, momma gettin' fat stacks

Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one (real one)
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), boss (boss)
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one (real one)
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), I boss
Ooh, real one, I'm a boss, oh, yeah

[Beyoncé & Blue Ivy]
Ooh, ooh, I'm a boss
Shout out to Rumi and Sir, love, Blue
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Dernest II Emile, Shawn Corey Carter, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, CYPMP




NICE

I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah

Yeah, f*ck your subpoenas and your misdemeanors
Was too busy touring out all your arenas
My passport is tatted, it look like it's active
I play on these planes, y'all catch me in traffic
Y'all drag me in court for that shit, y'all backwards
After all these years of drug trafficking, huh
Time to remind me I'm black again, huh?
All this talking back, I'm too arrogant, huh?
What would you do, you knew you couldn't fail
I have no fear of anything, do everything well
I have no fear of jail, I was born in the trap
I have no fear of death, we all born to do that
It's just life, I'm just nice, tonight I might, raise my price
Great advice, damn you, Hov, Jesus Christ

I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah

And I'm nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice
Up all night, night, night, night, night, night, night
Running from the lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights
Covered in ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice

Patiently waiting for my demise
'Cause my success can't be quantified
If I gave two f*cks, two f*cks about streaming numbers
Would have put Lemonade up on Spotify
F*ck you, f*ck you, you're cool, f*ck you, I'm out (ah!)
I ain't never seen a ceiling in my whole life, that's word to Blue
Freestyling live, blueprint from my Jigga who never bribes
I'm so nice, I'm everybody type, goddamn right
I'm so nice, Jesus Christ, I'm better than the hype, I give you life

I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah

And I'm nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice
Up all night, night, night, night, night, night, night
Running from the lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights
Covered in ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice

Last name 'gon be here forever
Now we finna float like feathers
Me and Hova do it like rebels
Most of y'all jits got pebbles
I got the Rock in the Fellar
Ice lightning bolts from the Heavens
Y'all 'gon have to watch us eat

Stocked up like the doomsday preppers
Anybody ever had an era, when things could've been better
Feeling like you was on a stretcher
And all you remember was the Hecklers
But the Universe lifts that weight
Then you shine like a new feather, blessings on blessings, et cetra
Feeling like the best year ever, damn, it's nice

I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
I can do anything, yeah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah

And I'm nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice
Up all night, night, night, night, night, night, night
Running from the lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights
Covered in ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Blue Carter, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




713

[Dre]
Uh, uh, uh
This (uh, uh) is (uh, uh), ouu!

[JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watchin'
And my little baby Blue is like, "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
Ain't no way to stop this love
Ain't no space if everything is love
Representin' for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still)
I put it down for the 713, and we still got love for the streets (ow!)

[JAY-Z]
We played it cool at the pool of the Cancun, VMA
Confidence you exude make the fools stay away
Me, I played my room, let the fools have they say
Fate had me sittin' next to you on the plane
And I knew straight away, uh
The next time we would speak was like two years away
You had a man, you shut it down until you two had a break
I bet that dude rued the day
You kept me up on the phone while you were away
You came back, I let you set the date, Nobu on the plate
I brought my dude to play it cool, my first foolish mistake

[JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watchin'
And my little baby Blue is like "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
Ain't no way to stop this love
Ain't no space if everything is love
I'm representin' for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still)
I put it down for the 713, and we still got love for the streets (ow!)

[JAY-Z]
I never knew a lo-, lo-, lo-, love like this
Gotta be special for me to write this
Queen, I ain't mean no disrespect
But the way I net work, it's hard for me to connect
My first time in the ocean went exactly as you'd expect
Meanwhile you goin' hard, jumpin' off the top deck
A leap of faith, I knew I was up next
I never told you, but I told a few people we wed
Me, I'm off to Rome, you goin' back home instead
My first time in my life a live nigga felt dead
You came back, I had to act like it was cool in my head
Thoughts of jumpin' the broom, a player never been swept

[JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watchin'
And my little baby Blue is like, "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
I'm representin' for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still)
I put it down for the 713, and we still got love for the streets (ow!)

[JAY-Z]
To all the good girls that love hustlers
To the mothers that put up with us
To all the babies that suffered 'cause us
We only know love because of ya
America is a motherf*cka to us, lock us up, shoot us
Shoot our self-esteem down, we don't deserve true love
Black queen, you rescued us, you rescued us, rescued us
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andre Young, Beyonce Knowles, Marcello Valenzano, Melvin Bradford, Rayshon Cobbs, Scott Spencer Storch, Shawn C. Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




FRIENDS

[Beyoncé]
My friends, real friends, better than your friends
That's how we keep poppin' out that Benz, yeah
No foes, real friends, we ain't even got to pretend, yeah
Get bands, get bands, spend it all on my friends

[Refrain: Beyoncé]
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up (pull me up, pull me up, pull me up)
And never let me down (They never let me down)
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up (pull me up, pull me up, pull me up)
And never let me drown (never let me drown)
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
And never let me drown (never let me drown)
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up (pull me up, pull me up, pull me up)
I'll never hit the ground (never let me drown, never let me drown)

My friends, real friends, better than your friends, yeah
That's how we keep popping out that Benz, yeah
For friends, real friends, better than your friends, yeah
That's them, that's them, they know all my business

I don't know what I would do without all of my crew, yeah
I ain't makin' no room, yeah, I ain't makin' no new friends
I don't make no moves, yeah, without tellin' my crew, yeah
That just how we do, yeah, that just how we do, oh
Goddammit it, I love my life, Styrofoam cups, no ice
Party 'fore we go inside
Never let them out my sight (ooh), they're right by my side (woo)
Them my ride-or-dies (ride) , them my ride-or-dies (ride)
My friends are goals, your friends are foes (foes)
We fly, why cry? Our souls exposed, yeah
We smoke, we laugh, your stress, my stress
Closer than kin, I'm blessed, you blessed (blessed)

[JAY-Z]
Ten toes, ten toes, we was out in that road, uh
Lookin' for love in wrong places, we proposed to a stove, yeah
Shared jewels, shared clothes, that's how deep this shit goes, yeah
Every week, ya got bros, all of y'all fake close, yeah
Y'all switchin' sides like NBA teams just after halftime
I'm pullin' up on my dog, make sure he okay, I don't even have time
He copped me a Porsche with butterscotch seats, this 'fore they had mils
Live better than rappers and they don't even have deals, that real
Bought Emory a BM as soon as he came home
We hopped on a plane, headed straight to the Bay
That's how we turn the game on, it's game on
Ty mama died, I was there, my nephew died, he was there
He in my house more than I be there, more than Bey there
Ty-Ty there, E there, Breezy there, Juan there
High here, Chaka there, Law there, they all here, ah yeah
Dez there, Kwanna here, shit feel like Nirvana here
Crib like the Soho House, I might stay in and grow out my hair
Tight circle, no squares, I'm geometrically opposed to you
Y'all like to try angles, y'all like to troll, do you?
Y'all talk around hoes, do you? Y'all don't follow codes, do you?
You know everything you say from niggas close to you, you emotional
When I say, "Free the dogs," I free 'em, that's how Meek got his freedom
Y'all put niggas on a t-shirt, it hurts you ain't never meet 'em
You got niggas in the feds, you ain't even tryna feed 'em
I'm tryna free the world, that's how deep I'm in
I ain't goin' to nobody nothin' when me and my wife beefin'
I don't care if the house on fire, I'm dyin', nigga, I ain't leavin'
Ty-Ty take care of my kids, after he done grievin'
If y'all don't understand that, we ain't meant to be friends

[Beyoncé]
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up (pull me up, pull me up, pull me up)
And never let me down (They never let me down)
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up (pull me up, pull me up, pull me up)
And never let me drown (never let me drown)
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up (pull me up, pull me up, pull me up)
And never let me drown (never let me drown)
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up (pull me up, pull me up, pull me up)
I'll never hit the ground (never let me drown, never let me drown)

[Beyoncé]
They pray, pray for me, they pray, pray for me
See better things for me, want better days for me, unselfishly
They pray, pray for me, they pray, pray for me
Whenever I'm in need, they in the backseat, with the aux bumpin B
There ain't no pride involved, there ain't no pride involved
In my heart, heart, heart, you know 4-4-4
That's my dog, dog, dogs, see your dogs, dogs, dogs
Point 'em out, out, out, point 'em out, out, out
What would I be without my friends? (What would I be without my friends?)
I ain't got no understanding (I ain't got no understanding)
'Bout them, you might just catch these hands
We fall out and we make amends, yeah, yeah

[Beyoncé]
Your friends are foes, my friends are goals
Closer than kin, our souls exposed
Your friends are frauds, all they want is applause, yeah
And my friends, real friends, closer than kin

Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
Them never let me drown
Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
Them never let me down
Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
Them never let me down
Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Nokko, Akio Dobashi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management




HEARD ABOUT US

No need to ask you heard about us
No need to ask you heard about us
Already know you know about us
No need to ask you heard about us
No need to ask you heard about us
Watch your mouth when you around us

Pull up, hop out, wreck
Got no time, but we got Patek's
I come around, stepping on necks
My nicca got niggas upset, why?
Oh, why these bitches so mad for
They don't want Yoncé on their door
Louis slugger to your four door
Careful you get what you asked for
We go, ooh
Go to Cuba then Aruba in the middle of the winter (skrt, skrt)
Brand new Sprinter, we laugh to the bank
But we ain't no joke, yeah
You better act like you know, yeah

No need to ask, you heard about us
No need to ask, you heard about us
Already know you know about us
Ain't no need to ask, you heard about us
No need to ask, you heard about us
Watch your mouth when you around us (watch your mouth)

If you don't know now you know, nigga
He smoke and we drink, D'USSÉ to the face (yeah)
If you don't know now you know, nigga
Put hoes in their place, bitch stay in your lane
(Bitch stay in your lane)
Talk that talk, B

Billie Jean in his prime
For the thousandth time, the kid ain't mine
Online they call me "dad," kiddingly
You're not supposed to take this dad thing literally
That's too famous, we don't even really do famous
I'm cool on that, chunk the two fingers
Everyday I'm gettin' sued famous
I show up to court without a suit famous
Your every move is on the news, ain't it?
Shit has its perks too, ain't it?
Shootin' videos in the Louvre, ain't it?
It could be far worse for you, can't it?
Pain comes with penthouse views, ain't it?
Bitch know me, I been me since the cocaine
Bitch know B, she don't even need a whole name (It's Beyoncé, nigga)

No need to ask, you heard about us
No need to ask, you heard about us (Oh my God)
Already know you know about us
No need to ask, you heard about us
No need to ask, you heard about us
Watch your mouth when you around us

And if you don't know now you know, nigga
He smoke and we drink, D'USSÉ to the face
And if you don't know now you know, nigga
Put hoes in their place, bitch stay in your lane
Yeah, we the ones that you heard about
Make big noise, big noise
We don't need no voucher
Yeah, we the one's y'all worried about
We good, we good, keep us out your mouth
If you don't know now you know, nigga
If you don't know now you know, nigga
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Writer: Matthew Jehu Samuels, Anderson Hernandez, Ramon Ibanga Jr, Nija Charles, Beyonce Knowles, Shawn Carter, Jahaan Sweet
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




BLACK EFFECT

Can you tell us about love?
Hmm, well there's love of children
Love of self
Love of God
Love of a partner
All of them have a different shape
But all of them is the same in the end
It's about sensitivity, it's about passion
It's about unconditional giving of self to another person
And there's love of humanity
That's the love that is right now needed most
Love of humanity
But in everything, in all of that love, there is a soul
It's like when you take some eggs and break them
And you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
And you find the perfect match
When you find the perfect match
That compatibility results in passion
Results in unconditional giving of self

[JAY-Z]
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX
Get your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them, f*ck a false arrest

This all white fit that I rock shit permanent
The fro that I grow got no perm in it
Hmm, a nigga late but he best dressed
Got slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch I'm reckless
Extra magazine hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
Blacker than the Essence fest
The behind the back pass is so effortless
LeBron James to you Omaroses
Dapper Dan at 4AM, shit, I am the culture
I made my own waves so now they're anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock life despite you
Since the Kalief doc, they've been at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is comin' next
The SEC, the FBI or the IRS
I pass the alphabet boys like an eye test

[JAY-Z and Beyonce]
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (I'm good)
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (He good)
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X (I'm Malcolm X)
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Put your hands where I can see them, f*ck a false arrest

[Beyonce]
Higher, higher
Higher, higher
Higher, Higher
Higher, higher
Higher

[JAY-Z and Beyonce]
I'm good any way I go, any way I go (go)
I pull up like the Freedom Riders, hop out on Rodeo
Stunt with your curls, your lips, Sarah Baartman hips
Gotta hop into my jeans, like I hop into my whip
Mobbin' in a hoodie like Melo
Come up out that pretty motherf*cker like "Hello, Hello"
I will never let you shoot the nose off my Pharaoh
I like purple and purple rain
Tryna put red and blue together, bitch, that's all gang
These people tryna get me out the paint
'Cause I cook collard greens and yams better than your aunt
Man, we started with a mustard seed
Now we in the gray 911 with the mustard seats
Sheesh! Matte black puma jet
Shining my light on the world just like "UMI Says"
Got the Richard Milie all colors
Might hit you with the Rose Gold all summer
For the culture
They even biting cornrows, put your scarecrows up
I come from the finest crop
Tell em the god's on row, watch them line the block
The Chitlin' circuit is stopped
Now we in stadiums, Eighty Thou a wop, Watch

I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (He good)
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (We good)
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X (I'm Malcom X)
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your hands up high like a false arrest
(Get your hands up high like a false arrest)
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
(Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test)
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
(Yes, put em up, this is not a test)
Now hands where I can see them, f*ck a false arrest

I know, I only got 'pon the the way
But look in the mirror, I see him holding me
Not realizing all that your expect passed away
But I know, I only got 'pon my way
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Writer: Alexander Clark Smith, Andre Christopher Lyon, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Denisia Andrews, Jun Kozuki, Marcello Valenzano, Rayshon Lamont Cobbs, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




LOVEHAPPY

Happily in love, haters please forgive me
I let my wife write the will, I pray my children outlive me
I give my daughter my custom dresses, so she gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody f*ckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit me
Sir asked it, like his dad's shit is trippy (uh-huh)
Twinning, Blue and Rumi, me and Solo are winning! (Happy in love)
Sitting, dock of the bay wit' a big yacht
Sippin' Yamazaki on the rocks
He went to Jared, I went to Chaumet out in Paris
Yeah, you f*cked up the first stone, we had to get remarried
Yo, chill man
We keepin' it real with these people, right?
Lucky I ain't kill you when I met that b- (Nah, aight, aight )
Y'all know how I met her, we broke up and got back together
To get her back, I had to sweat her
Y'all could make up with a bag, I had to change the weather
Move the whole family West, but it's whatever
In a glass house still throwing stones
Hova, Beysus, watch the thrones (Happy in love)

You did some things to me
Boy, you do some things to me
But love is deeper than your pain and I believe you can change
Baby, the ups and downs are worth it
Long way to go, but we'll work it
We're flawed but we're still perfect for each other, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sometimes I thought we'd never see the light
We went through hell with heaven on our side
This beach ain't always been no paradise
But nightmares only last one nigh (Happy in love)

No more clubs and Cali-curfews (one night)
Just private affairs in a tighter circle
Large format wines in small settings, woo
Just hood ass nigga's in designer suits (ooh)
Follow my moves on a truth in Alaïa boots, yeah, yeah
Amelia Earhart, flyer than who? (yeah, yeah)
Fake news y'all choose, we no lie
No Photoshop, just real life (Happy in love)

You did some things to me
Boy, you do some things to me
But love is deeper than your pain and I believe you can change
Baby, the ups and downs are worth it
Long way to go, but we'll work it
We're flawed but we're still perfect for each other, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sometimes I thought we'd never see the light
Went through hell with heaven on our side
This beach ain't always been no paradise
But nightmares only last one night

Damn, look at us now
Pray, pray for the vows
Way up now, it's a long way, a long way down
We came, and we saw, and we conquered it all
We came, and we conquered, now we're happy in love
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Writer: Brittany Coney, Denisia Andrews, Nija Charles, David Andrew Sitek, Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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