Karaoke America Has a Problem von Beyoncé — mit Songtext mitsingen auf Singa

America Has a Problem Karaoke

BeyoncéKendrick Lamar

SongtexteAmerica Has a Problem

Lama

Tourbillion watcher,

pgLang caller,

9-11 slider

Look at my garage,

it's synced up

Get the genie out

the bottle and point

at any model

Lama

Wait, what, what,

Ayy, what?

Go, Stink,

fuck it up,

go, Stink,

fuck it up

Go, Stink,

that's what's up,

go, Stink,

I'm in love

Hey, boo-boo,

too much complexity

to learn me from

Google

My momma told

me that the money

outgrew you

My horoscope

said I'm really

out my noodle

I'm troublin',

I'm puzzlin',

Say Bey,

yes, America

got a problem

Geeked up, choosy

love, well, they

chose violence

Universal,

please don't

play possum

I'm a business man

doin' as follows

Truthfully,

I be lyin' in

my rap song

'Cause I always fail

to mention I'd

slap homie

His career don't

come with no

life insurance

Hope his day one fans

got some facts on him

I'm an honorary

Beyhive, let's see why

Them diamonds

don't be fly,

they all CGI

You better get

it off your chest like

breast reduction

If she stressed over

you, she stressed

for nothin'

Hold up,

wait a minute

Even AI gotta

practice clonin'

Kendrick

The double entendre,

the encore remnants

I bop like ten men,

the opps need ten men

Billboard, they know

After Hov, rightfully so

Simmer down, I go,

Heard you got

that D for me

Pray your love

is deep for me

I'ma make you

go weak for me

Make you wait a

whole week for me

I see you watchin',

I know you want it,

I know you need it,

You want it on you?

You need love,

I need some too

Do you want this

like it wants you?

Know that booty gon'

do what it want to

Can't hit it one

time, multiple

I know you see

these rack-rack-racks

on me

Now come and

get hi-i-i-i-i-igh

Twenty, forty, eighty

out the trap,

hit it with the rap

Put it on the map,

then we right back

Call me when you

wanna get hi-i-i-igh

Tony Montana

with the racks

Ivy P on my bag,

double G's on my dash

Nigga, I'm bad, I'm bad

Boy, you can't get

no higher than this,

no,

'Cause love don't

get no higher than this,

no

Grind

Boy, you know I grind

When I pull up these

jeans, you're mine

You're mine

When I step on

the scene, they

Can't wait to back

it up

Your ex-dealer dope,

but it ain't crack

enough

I'm supplying my man,

I'm in demand soon

as I land

Just know I roll

with them goons

In case you start

acting familiar

This kind of love,

big business

Boy, you can't get

no higher than this,

no

'Cause love don't

get no higher than this,

no

Grind

Boy, you know I grind

When I pull up these

jeans, you're mine

You're mine

When I step on

the scene, they

Can't wait to

back it up

Your ex-dealer dope,

but it ain't crack

enough

I'm supplying my man,

I'm in demand soon

as I land

Just know I roll

with them goons

In case you start

acting familiar

This kind of love,

big business

Whole slab, I kill for

Know that booty gon'

do what it want to

Can't hit it one time,

multiple

I know you see these

rack-rack-racks on me

Now come and

get hi-i-i-i-i-igh

Twenty, forty,

eighty out the trap,

hit it with the rap

Put it on the map,

then we right back

Call me when you

wanna get hi-i-i-igh

Tony Montana

with the racks

Ivy P on my bag,

double G's on my dash

Nigga, I'm bad,

Tell me when you

wanna get hi-i-i-igh

Komponist:in
Andrell D Rogers, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Shawn C Carter, Terius Adamu Ya Gesteelde-Diamant, Michael G Dean
Songtexte
Andrell D Rogers, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Shawn C Carter, Terius Adamu Ya Gesteelde-Diamant, Michael G Dean
Herausgeber:in
Warner Chappell Music Scand Ab