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Formation Lyrics by Beyoncé Beyoncé
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What happened
After New Orleans
I'm back
By popular demand
You all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky 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 bamma
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag
Yeah baby
Yeah I, ohhhhh
Yes I like that
I did not come to play with you
Hahah
I came to slay
I like cornbreads and collard greens
Yes, you best to believe it
You all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly and my cocky 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 bamma
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag
I see it, I want it
I stunt yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind till I own it
I twirl on them haters
Albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low sipping Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off
I go hard
Get what's mine
I'm a star
'Cause I slay, I slay
I slay I slay
All day I slay I slay I slay (Okay)
We gonna slay gonna slay
We slay I slay
I slay Okay
I slay, okay okay
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation
Prove to me you got some coordination
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
When he me good I take his to Red Lobster
When he me good I take his to Red Lobster
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's
Let him shop up
I might get your song played on the radio station
I might get your song played on the radio station
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
I see it, I want it
I stunt yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind till I own it
I twirl on my haters
Albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low sipping Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off
I go hard
Take what's mine
I'm a star
'Cause I slay I slay
I slay I slay
I slay I slay
I slay I slay
We gonna slay gonna slay
We slay I slay
I slay okay
I slay okay okay
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation
Prove to me you got some coordination
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation
You know you that when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper
Girl I hear some thunder
Golly, this is that water boy, lord
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