Beyoncé – HEATED Lyrics

Beyoncé HEATED Lyrics

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)
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)
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 n***** 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

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)
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
(Fan me off I’m hot, hot, hot)
With a waist that whine like this
(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
Mmm yummy yummy yummy make a bummy heated
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
Spazzin’ on that ass, spaz 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

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  • Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Beyoncé, Brittany "@Chi_Coney" Coney, Denisia "Blu June" Andrews, Jahaan Sweet, Matthew Samuels, Oliver Rodigan, Ricky Lawson, Rupert Thomas Jr., Sean Seaton
  • Album: RENAISSANCE
  • Released: 2022