Beyoncé - THIQUE

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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 getting thiquer Cash getting 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 coochy, 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 Mastro'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, nigga That's that really, nigga 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 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 They got to 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, 'fore the moment ends I like what I hear, might be sleeping in Screaming, "Beyoncé, chocolate ounces, sit on that, bounce it, bounce it" Ass getting thiquer Cash getting thiquer Cash getting larger He thought he was loving me good, I told him "Go harder" (Baby that's that thique) thought she was killing 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) racks getting thicker (That's that thique) cash gettin' Look at that shit Ooh, baby, come feel me Ooh, baby (I'm all up in your mind), it's all yours Come here, come here, let's make love Make love to your mind (I'm all up in your mind) Make love to your mind I'm all up in your mind (I'll breathe you in, I'll think your thoughts) 'Cause I'll read your mind, I'll read your mind