Beyoncé – Formation lyrics

[Intro] What happened at the New Wil’ins? Bitch, I’m back by popular demand [Verse 1] Y’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

A Tribe Called Quest – Kids… (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: André 3000] I ain’t even gon’ lie, I was probably high Just forgot to call you back, simple as that I ain’t no almanac, so lick my dictionary I might just call a cab ’cause I dig canary Yellow accents on a dark bitch I met her back when she kept all her