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Beyonce on Hot 100
Position, Title
No. 10, "Formation"
No. 11, "Sorry"
No. 13, "Hold Up"
No. 18, "6 Inch," featuring The Weeknd
No. 28, "Don't Hurt Yourself," featuring Jack White
No. 35, "Freedom," featuring Kendrick Lamar
No. 37, "Pray You Catch Me"
No. 38, "All Night"
No. 41, "Daddy Lessons"
No. 43, "Sandcastles"
No. 47, "Love Drought"
No. 63, "Forward," featuring James Blake
Beyoncé- 6 INCH Lyrics
(Chorus - Beyoncé)
Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody’s business
Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
(Verse 1 - The Weeknd)
She’s stacking money, money everywhere she goes
You know, pesos out of Mexico
De uno, commas and them decimals
She don’t gotta give it up, she professional
She mixing up that Ace with that Hennessy
She love the way it tastes, that’s her recipe
Rushing through her veins like it’s ecstasy, oh no
She already made enough but she’ll never leave
(Repeat Chorus)
(Post Chorus - Beyoncé)
She works for the money, she work for the money
From the start to the finish
And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar
And she worth every minute
She works for the money
She works for the money
She works for the money
She works for the money
(Verse 2 - Beyoncé)
She stack her money, money everywhere she goes
She got that Sake, her Yamazaki straight from Tokyo
Oh baby you know, she got them commas and them decimals
She don’t gotta give it up cause she professional
(Repeat Chorus)
(Post Chorus - Beyoncé)
She works for the money, she work for the money
From the start to the finish
And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar
And she worth every minute
(Bridge - Beyoncé)
Stars in her eyes
She fights for the power, keeping time
She grinds day and night
She grinds from Monday to Friday
Works from Friday to Sunday
She gon slang
She too smart to crave material things
She pushing herself day and night
She grinds from Monday to Friday
Works from Friday to Sunday
Oh, stars in her eyes
She fights and she sweats those sleepless nights
But she don’t mind, she loves the grind
She grinds from Monday to Friday
Works from Friday to Sunday
Yeah, yeah, she gon slang
Too smart to crave material things
Stacking her paper
Stacking her cake up
She grinds from Monday to Friday
Works from Friday to Sunday
(Repeat Chorus & POst Chorus)
(Outro - Beyoncé)
Oh, gonna make you feel
You always come back to me
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Come back, come back, come back
Beyoncé- Sorry Lyrics
[Beyonce]
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
(I ain't sorry, nigga, nah...)
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry...
He trying to roll me up
I ain't picking up
Headed to the club
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSE cup
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Big homie better grow up
Me and my whoadis 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
(He better call Becky with the good hair...)
1 окт 2024
