Pose In Formation lyrics
by Beyoncé
[Beyonce]
Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly and my c*cky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My Daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my Baby's hair with baby hair and afro
I like my negro nose with Jackson 5 nostrils
Earned all this money, But they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, Swag
[Rihanna]
Oh-oh-oh sh*t
So-oh-oh rich
Eyes low, I'm so loaded
Eyes, pose b*tch
Take it off
Wanna see you work like oh my god
And that thang is out I know you know
And you bounce like I know you know
b*tch, I know you know
[Beyonce]
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow bone it
I dream big, I work hard, I grind til' I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sipping Cuervo with no chaser
Sometime I go off (I go Off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon slay (okay), we slay (okay),I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, 'cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
[Nicki Minaj]
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a n*gga with a real big di*k
That's sh*t so good, man a b*tch came quick
I ain't ever have a beat that a b*tch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a b*tch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be pimp walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so they think I'm crippin'
Every n*gga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato, n*ggas
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of n*ggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pus*y on his lips, b*tch
[Juicy J]
My beat low
[Rihanna]
Yazzzzz b*tch
Let me see you get it no no no
Flexin I know that you with it
Pose b*tch
Take a photo
, flick, flick, flick, for f*cking sho doe
All you lame ass b*tches is a no go
And if you with it go f*ckin loco, loco
[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh sh*t
So loaded
Eyes low (jumping like you know)
I am so lit
Eyes, pose b*tch
[Beyonce]
Y'all make a Texas bama
When he f*ck me good, I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he f*ck me good, I take his ass to Red Lobster, we gon slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's, let him shop up, 'cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, 'cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, 'cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, 'cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
[Nicki Minaj]
b*tches is softer than Al Dente,cut from a different kente
Tell em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my Sensei
So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter
Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have these rap b*tches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen, in button-ups, and khakis
This is for my n*gga, Seven Up, in Castaki
This is for my n*ggas, wheelying them Kawasakis
Shout out, to the Vackee's, Saltfish Ackees
Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling, kinda c*cky
Winter Wonderland, is on my hand, it's kind of rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj, or Lewinski
Pump's on the clutch, right hand, on the 6-speed
[Beyonce]
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
You know you that b*tch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper