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Beyoncé – THIQUE Lyrics

Beyoncé THIQUE Lyrics

Ass gettin’ bigger
Racks gettin’ bigger
Cash gettin’ larger
He thought he was loving me good, I told him go harder
She thought she was killin’ that shit, I told her go harder
Just look at this alkaline wrist ’cause I got that water
Ass gettin’ thiquer
Cash gettin’ thiquer

That’s that thique
That’s that real shit
That’s that jelly, baby
Champagne and cherry, baby

That’s that thique
That’s that ball drop
That’s that keep going
That’s that never stop

That’s that thique
That’s that na na
That oochy coochie, la, la
Yeah this that Fiji agua
Candy girl piñata
Hit it in the car
And take you back to the casa
Bet I got you rock now
That thique all over the yacht now

That’s that freaknik
That’s that 1996
That’s that moon Miami bass
12 in the trunk 808

Uh, that’s that Castro
Eat that shit like Maestro’s
She say she on a diet girl
You better not lose that ass though

That’s that thique
That’s that real shit
That’s that jelly, n****
That’s that really, n****

That’s that thique
That’s that ball drop
That’s that keep going
That’s that never stop

Baby that’s that thique
That’s that thique
Baby that’s that thique
That’s that thique
Look at this shit

Ooh that’s that strawberry
That’s that grape and cherry
Ooh this that Ginsu
Cut that bitch like culinary

Ooh that’s that bounce
Spend my money make it count
If it’s lost then make it found
Just keep dropping that shit down

That’s that summer
That’s them Hummers
That’s that girl, give me your number
That’s that Jordy
That’s that Scarlett
That I just got out of college
That’s that I don’t do this usually
I don’t know what you do to me
That I don’t do this usually
I don’t know what you do to me

Boy you crazy, body mean
Back it up like limousine
You gotta make a fold out
To fit a magazine right
Girl look at your body right

Boy take this in slow
Don’t let go
And tell me how bad you’ve been wanting it
And hurry up quick before the moment ends
I like what I hear, might be sleeping in
Screaming Beyoncé chocolate ounces
Sit on that, bounce it, bounce it

Ass gettin’ thiquer
Cash gettin’ thiquer
Cash gettin’ larger
He thought he was loving me good, I told him go harder
(Baby that’s that thique)
She thought she was killin’ that shit, I told her go harder
(That’s that thique)
Look at this alkaline wrist ’cause I got that water
(Baby that’s that thique)
Ass gettin’ thiquer
(That’s that thique)
Cash gettin’…
Look at this shit

Ooh baby
Come feel me
Oh baby it’s all yours (I’m all up in your mind)
Come here, come here (Let’s make love)
Make love to your mind (I want to make love to your mind)
Make love to your mind (I’m all up in your mind)
Close your eyes (I’m all up in your mind)
I’ll breathe you in
I’ll think your thoughts
I’ll read your mind