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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Vocals
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Rap
Kanye West
Kanye West
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Andre Eric Proctor
Andre Eric Proctor
Songwriter
Jerome Harmon
Jerome Harmon
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
Brian Soko
Brian Soko
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Beyoncé Knowles
Beyoncé Knowles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Producer
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Producer
The Order for The Order Music
The Order for The Order Music
Producer
Jerome Harmon
Jerome Harmon
Producer
BOOTS
BOOTS
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Producer
Cydel Young
Cydel Young
Producer
Malik Yusef
Malik Yusef
Producer
Sakiya Sandifer
Sakiya Sandifer
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Producer
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Producer

Lyrics

We-we-we-we-we be all night Woo, you will never need another lover Woo, 'cause you a MILF, and I'm a motherfucker Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer cummin' I'm pa-rum-pa-pum-pumin' all on your stomach, yuh Tonight, I see some super freaky hoes That could go from bein' stripper to a super CEO I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me though And you always told your girlfriends you need you a TV show Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody else But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some help Let me remind you, you got a-, you got a great future behind you You gotta tell me what we tryna do I ain't no pastor, don't do missionary I know good pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary I know them haters talkin', always had us very wary Yup, on the 35th of Nevuary Yup, you love the way I'm turnt After all the money you earned, still show daddy what you learned That cowgirl, you reverse that cowgirl You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated your mouth, girl Ooh, that's when I knew you could be my spouse, girl We fuckin' all over the house, girl We just messed up a bbrand-new couch, girl If you ain't on site, then you on Skype I put you on that bike, you bound, girl We too wild, won't turn down We drunk in love, fuck them I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin' I get filthy when that liquor get into me I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin' Why can't I keep my fingers off it Baby, I want you, na-na Why can't I keep my fingers off you Baby, I want you, na-na Cigars on ice, cigars on ice Feelin' like an animal with these cameras all in my grill Flashin' lights, flashin' lights (flashing lights) You got me faded, faded, faded Baby, I want you, na-na Can't keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy, I want you, na-na Drunk in love, I want you We woke up in the kitchen, sayin' "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby Drunk in love, we be all night Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club Drunk in love We be all night Love, love We be all night Love, love We be all night, and everything alright No complaints from my body So fluorescent under these lights Boy, I'm drinkin', park it in my lot, 7-11 I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin' If you scared, call that reverend Boy, I'm drinkin', get my brain right Armand de Brignac, gangster wife Louis sheets, he sweat it out Like washrags, he wear it out Boy, I'm drinkin', I'm singin' on the mic to my boy's toys Then I fill the tub up halfway Then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard Grainin' on that wood Grainin', grainin' on that wood I'm swervin' on that- Swervin', swervin' on that big body Benz Servin' all this Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good We woke up in the kitchen, sayin' "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby Drunk in love, we be all night Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club Drunk in love We be all night Love, love We be all night Love (I'm nice right now), love (hold up) That D'ussé is the shit, if I do say so myself If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself Hold up, stumble all in the house Time to back up all of that mouth That you had all in the car Talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far Talking 'bout you be reppin' that Third I wanna see all that shit that I heard Know I sling Clint Eastwood Hope you can handle this curve Uh, foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol Slid the panties right to the side Ain't got the time to take drawers off On sight, catch a charge, I might Beat the box up like Mike in '97, I bite I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play "Now eat the cake, Anna Mae!" Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!" I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights Sleep tight, we sex again in the morning Your breasteses is my breakfast We goin' in We be all night Love, love We be all night Love, love I'm never tired, never tired I been sippin', that's the only thing That's keepin' me on fire, we on fire Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire I've been drinkin', watermelon I want your body right here Daddy, I want you, right now Can't keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy, I want you We be all night Love, love We be all night Love, love
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Shawn Carter, Beyonce Knowles, Noel Fisher, Jerome Harmon, Rasool Diaz, Brian Soko, Andre Proctor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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