Beyoncé - HEATED (Official Lyric Video)

Official lyric video for “HEATED” by Beyoncé.

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I got a lot of bands
Got a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool down
Heated
I gotta cool it down
Heated

It’s been a lot of years
You really think you’re gettin' one past me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool it down
Heated
You got me
Heated

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no
With a waist that whine like this
My love

Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Oh, now you wish I was complacent
Boy you must have mixed up our faces
Oh, now you wanna have conversations
See how you testing my patience

I’ve got a lot of bands
Got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down
Heated
I gotta cool it down
Heated

I got a lot of style
Got a lot of Tiffany on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down
Heated
You got me
Heated

Whole lotta reservations
Whole lotta
Whole lotta texting with no conversations
Whole lotta playing victim and the villain at the same time

Whole lotta…money
Not a lot of patience
Whole lotta niggas been waiting

They want some time on it
Now I wanna flaunt it, panty and a bra
We can get involved, boy
You keep playing with my heart, boy
I’m just as petty as you are

Only a real man can tame me
Only the radio can play me
Only my baby
Ooh

I got a lot of bands
Got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down
Heated
I gotta cool it down
Heated

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you the space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no
With a waist that whine like this

Fan me off I’m hot, hot, hot
Like Coco Chanel put me up in jail
Tip, tip, tip, on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board
Give me face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never declines my Gawd
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

Make a pretty girl talk that shitty
Whiskey ’til i’m tipsy
Glitter on my kitty
Cool it down, down, down my pretty
Bad, bad bitchy make the bad bitch glitchy
Fine fine fine fine fine fine fine fine
Liberated livin’ like we ain’t got time
Yadda yadda yah, yadda yadda yah, yah
Yadda yadda yadda, bom bom, kah kah
Blastin’ on that ass, blast on that ass
Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass
Fan me off my wrist goes click
Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits
Drinkin’ my water, mindin’ my biz
Monday, I’m overrated
Tuesday, on my dick
Flip, flop, flippy, flip, floppin’ ass bitch
Fan me off watch my wrist go click
Fan me off I’m hot hot hot
Like stolen Chanel
Lock me up in jail
Cuff me please ‘cause this ain’t fair
Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel
Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap spandex
She looks a mess
Fan me off I’m hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel
Lock me up in jail
Fingertips go tap, tap, tap
On my MPC makin’ disco trap
Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap spandex
She looks a mess