Beyonce – SUMMER RENAISSANCE Lyrics

Beyonce – SUMMER RENAISSANCE Lyrics

I wanna house you and make you take my name
I’m gonna spouse you and make you touch a ring
I’m gonna take you all the way, baby, can I take you all the way?
You sexy motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me
I just wanna thug you, the category is bae
You gangster motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me
Boy, I just wanna touch you, I can feel, feel those jeans

 Ah, ah, ah, oh, woo
Boy, you ain’t never had a chance
If you make my body talk I’m leave you in a trance
Got you walking with a limb, with this body, make it dance
Dance, dance, dance
It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good
It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good

 I wanna crush you and run over all the lies
I’m gonna trash you even though we met tonight
But I’m gonna take you all the way, baby, can I take you all the way?
You sexy motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me
I just wanna thug you, the category is bae
You gangster motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me
Got me filling up all them rubbers, I can feel, feel those jeans

 I, I, I
I’m feeling way too loose to be tied down
Can you see my brain open wide now?
Come and get what I came for, hella night now
Know you love when I roleplay, who am I now?
I’m a doc, I’m a nurse, I’m a teacher
Dominate is the best way to beat ya
Sorry ’bout yesterday and all the sweet stuff
You’re a sweetie pie, come let me eat ya
(Fuck it up)

 Ah, ah, ah, oh, woo
Boy, you ain’t never had a chance
If you make my body talk I’m leave you in a trance
Got you walking with a limp, with this body, make it dance
Dance, dance, dance
It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good
It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good

 Applause, a round of applause
Applause, a round of applause
Say I want, want, want what I want, want, want
I want, want, want what I want, want, want
I want, want, want what I want, want, want
I want, want, want what I want, want, want
I want your touch, I want your feeling
I want your touch, I want your feeling
I want your love, I want your spirit
I want your love, I want your spirit
The more I want the more I need it
The more I want the more I need it
Need it
Need it
Versace, Bottega, Prada, Balenciaga
Vuitton, Dior, Givenchy, collect your points, Beyoncé
So elegant and raunchy, this hot couture I’m flaunting
This Telfar bag imported, Birkins, them shits in storage
I’m in my bag

 Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh