Heated Lyrics (Beyoncé)

 Heated Lyrics (Beyoncé)


Heated Song Is Sing By American Singer Beyoncé , Released On 2022.





Heated Lyrics


Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on meI gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself offI gotta cool down (heated, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)I gotta cool it down (heated, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
It's been a lot of years, really think you're getting one past me?I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself offI gotta cool it down (heated), ohYou got me (heated), heated, oh
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, noTo give you space at a time like this, my loveNеver met a girl so fine likе this, no, no, no, no, noWith a waist that whine like this, my love
Only a real one could tame meOnly the radio could play meOh, now you wish I was complacent?Boy, you must've mixed up our facesOh, now you wanna have conversations?See how you testing my patienceYeah, yeah
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on meI gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself offI gotta cool down (heated, like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)I gotta cool it down (heated, tip, tip, tip, tippin' on)
Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on meI gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself offI gotta cool it down (heated, I'm hot, hot, hot)You got me (heated), heated, oh
Whole lotta reservations, whole lottaWhole lotta texting with no conversationsWhole lotta playing victim and a villain at the same timeWhole lotta, yeah, money, not a lot of patienceWhole lotta niggas been waiting
They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt itPanty and a bra, we can get involved, boyYou keep playing with my heart, boyI'm just as petty as you are
Only a real man can tame meOnly the radio could play meOnly my baby
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on meI gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself offI gotta cool down (heated, like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)I gotta cool it down (heated), heated
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, noTo give you the space in a time like this, my loveNever met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no (fan me off, I'm hot)With a waist that whine like this (hot, hot like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floorsTen, ten, ten across the board (with a waist that whine like it)Give me face, face, face, face, yahYour face card never declines, my God (ooh)Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat itMmh, yummy, yummy, yummy, make a bummy heatedMake a pretty girl talk that shittyWhisky 'til I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty (ooh)
Cool it down, down, down, my prettyBa-bad bitchy, make a bad bitch glitchyFine, fine, fi-fine, fi-fine, fine, fineLiberated, living like we ain't got timeYada, yada, yah, yada, yada, yah-yahYada, yada, yada, bom-bom, kah-kahBlastin' on that ass, blast on that assFan me quick, girl, I need my glass
Fan me off, my wrist goes "click"Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my titsDrinking my water, minding my bizMonday, I'm overrated, Tuesday, on my dickFlip-flop, flippy, flip-flop and ass bitchFan me off, watch my wrist go "click"
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hotLike stolen Chanel, lock me up in jailCuff me, please, 'cause this ain't fairDripped in my pearls like Coco ChanelUncle Johnny made my dressThat cheap Spandex, she looks a mess
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hotLike stolen Chanel, lock me up in jailFingertips go tap, tap, tapOn my MPC, making disco trap
Uncle Johnny made my dressThat cheap Spandex, she looks a mess.

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