Chorus
How you going to be my Beyonce?
Living like Rihannah
Thinking you are Beyonce
Holiday with a small plane
I bought you….
All i wanted was a small thing
Can’t get…..
Hook
Heart Break, When I left my baby mamma
I thought you will be my soulmate
You was a born babe
Now i was talking to his bum babe…
You won’t believe
All this f**en ICE all go freeze
My Monalisa
She On the Streets
Micheal Angela all up in sweets
That bit swwet
Ah Ah Ah
Whats the reason that you lost faith
Sleeping at your moms place
Now i got to make sure garage space
Darkdays praying for the last grace
Where ever you are I wonder you doing well
Remember in London when i took you Zim girl
Remember when I was kicking you out of a hotel 15min later
I was blowing up on your cell
We was crazy
School teen sh**
Even make to f**en news
In Mozambique beach
Long praise long praise
India a region a front page
From page we were still a secret
I got a dreamlike deja vu
I always remembered you
Wether things are good or bad i got the memories in the cellings straight up.
No dash all this things
I can’t hold back king and Queen
Chorus
How you going to be my Beyonce?
Living like Rihannah
Thinking you are Beyonce
Holiday with a small plane
I bought you….
All i wanted was a small thing
Can’t get…..
Hook
Heart Break, When I left my baby mamma
I thought you will be my soulmate
You was a born babe
Now i was talking to his bum babe…
Always though this sh** will last forever
Now we need Miracle to make it to december
Only things that I can do is to go get my…. bread up
I just can’t compete with all the dm’s in your air…..
I can tell you super
OKAY WE Understand
Waited two years to see you with your wig off
Tell me what they say about your character
You were f**ing me while I was paying damages
Baby mama stressed up we was Los Angeles
Possing for the cameras acting like some savages, savages everywhere we went we was no main event
I know this song gonna wake up the internet
I had a dream like deja vu
I always remeber you when things are good or bad
I got the memories in the cekkings straightup
With no dash all this thing i can’t hold them back
King and Queen
Chorus
How you going to be my Beyonce?
Living like Rihannah
Thinking you are Beyonce
Holiday with a small plane
I bought you….
All i wanted was a small thing
Can’t get…..
Hook
Heart Break, When I left my baby mamma
I thought you will be my soulmate
You was a born babe
Now i was talking to his bum babe…