Jay Z's wife Super Bowl halftime show
di Sneakychipmunk: Jay-Z
Super Bowl halftime show, the best to ever do it is Jay Z's wife, that's just facts
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Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Yummy, yummy, yummy, make up on me Hit it, make up pretty girl, talk that shitty Whiskey till I'm pretty, flip the whole back, kiddy Cool it out and out Bad, bad bitchy, make up bad, please, goody Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine Liberated, living like we ain't got time Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, boom, boom, pop, pop Blessing on that ass, glass on that ass Blend me quick, girl, I need my glass Get me up, my wrist goes quick Dippers on the hip, stretch pots on my tits Drinking my water, minding my bares Monday I'm overrated, Tuesday on my dick Flip, flop, flip it, flip, flip it, dance, bitch Fan me up, watch my wrist go click Fan me up, I'm hot, hot, hot Like stolen Chanel, let me up in jail Call me please, cause this ain't fair Drifting my pearls like Coco Chanel Uncle Johnny made my dress That sweet, spend back, she looked so best Fan me up, I'm hot, hot, hot Like stolen Chanel, let me up in jail Fingertips will go tap tap tap And my MPC make it just go clap Uncle Johnny made my dress That cheap spandex she looks a mess
