PURE/HONEY Lyrics Song

 Pure Honey lyrics Meaning in English by Beyonce:The Song is sung by Beyonce, and lyrics are written by Andrew Richard, Michael D. Cox, Vejai Marcel Alston, Jerel Black, Eric Snead, Moi Renee, Brittany Coney, The-Dream, Blu June, Michael Pollack, Darius Dixson, Raphael Saadiq, BloodPop, Beyonce . We hope you enjoy this song.


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Produced By:Beyoncé, NOVA WAV, BloodPop®, MIKE DEAN, The-Dream, Stuart White & Raphael Saadiq
Written By:Andrew Richard, Michael D. Cox, Vejai Marcel Alston, Jerel Black, Moi Renee, Brittany Coney, The-Dream, Blu June, Michael Pollack, Darius Dixson, Raphael Saadiq, BloodPop®, Beyoncé, Kevin Jz Prodigy, Kevin Aviance, Count Maurice & Andrew Richardson


PURE/HONEY Lyrics

Cunt (Cunt to the feminine, what)

Cunt (Cunt to the feminine)

Cunty (Cunt to the feminine, what)

Cunty (Cunt to the feminine, what)

Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)

Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)

Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)

Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)

Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)

Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)

Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)

Feminine to pussy cunt, feminine to pussy, what

Uh, uh

Check my technique

Uh, uh

Comin' for my technique

Uh, uh

You wanna feel my technique?

Uh, uh

It's pure

Bad bitches to the left

Money bitches to the right

You can be both, meet in the middle, dance all night

Take it all off or just a little if you like

It's pure

It should cost a billion to look this good (oh, yeah)

But she make it look easy 'cause she got it (check my technique)

You can find the one when the tempo good (wanna touch my technique)

Four, three, too fuckin' busy

That's my technique, uh

That's my, that's my

That's my technique, uh

Bad bitch, bisous

Right then left cheek, muah

Ideas, my dear

That's my technique, uh

All my pretty girls to the floor

Get your money, money, cunty, hunty

Don't be funny with my money, honey

Don't my girls look so yummy, yummy?

All the boys want my honey from me

It should cost a billion to look that good

But she make it look easy 'cause she got it

You can find the one when the tempo's good

Four, three, I'm too fuckin' busy

Check my technique, uh

I see you, you too

Comin' for my technique, uh

Bossy bitch, bisous

Right then left cheek, muah

Future renaissance

Study my technique, uh

All the pretty boys to the floor (ooh)

Uh, get your money, money, money, money

Don't be funny with my money, honey

Don't my girls look so yummy, yummy?

All them boys want my honey from me

Bad bitches to the left

Money bitches to the right

You can be both, meet in the middle, dance all night

Take it all off or just a little if you like

Earlier than that

It should cost a billion to look this

I see you want it and you comin' for me

Don't be funny with my money, honey

All my girls look so yummy, yummy

And all the boys want my honey from me

The devil's on my shoulder (as taboo as you want me)

Uh, nasty is my guilty pleasure (nasty, nasty girl)

Ah, if you give this ass a squeeze (give that ass a squeeze, baby)

This pretty hell will give you pleasure (pretty, pretty hell)

Once you get me piped up, baby, I won't stop (uh)

I won't stop 'til you say you had enough (I won't stop)

Ride it like a rodeo when I'm on top

Oh, oh-oh

I'll get you stuck (stuck)

Stuck in my love (stuck in my love)

Stuck in my honey

Honey, honey, hon'

I'll put the sweet (sweet)

Sweet on your tongue (sweet on your tongue)

Don't it taste yummy (yummy)

Yummy, yummy, yum

Now stick it thick (thick), honey and gold (honey and gold)

Drippin' all on me (yeah)

Honey, honey, hon'

I'ma put the sweet (sweet)

Sweet on your tongue (sweet on your tongue)

Don't it taste yummy (yummy)

Yummy, yummy, yum

Ooh, yeah (yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yum)

Yeah, yum (yummy)

Ooh, yeah (yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yum)

Yeah (yummy)

You know it's Friday night and I'm ready to drive

Throw me them keys, baby, let's go

(It's Friday night and I'm ready to drive

Throw me them keys, baby, let's go)

We jump in the car, quarter tank of gas

World's at war, low on cash

(We jump in the car, quarter tank of gas

World's at war, low on cash)

I ain't never felt a feeling like this

You been in love but not like this

Sweet honey sin, taste it on your lips

Up and down on it, light switch (click)

Honey, Miss Honey

Miss Honey, Miss Honey (honey, honey, hon')

Miss Honey, Miss Honey

Miss Honey, Miss Honey




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