The Naughtiest Lyrics From Beyonce's New Album
Beyonce's got a penchant for independent anthems, break-up jams and soaring ballads, but who knew she could pull off "sexually explicit" as well? The only thing more surprising than the actual release of Bey's fifth solo LP are the lyrics that accompany it. Now a wife and mother, Beyonce seems a fully realized woman and ready to share her most personal thoughts with the world.
Whether she be cooking naked, having drunk sex or getting busy behind a partition, things seem far from boring inside the Carter household.
Flip the page for the most sexually explicit lyrics from her self-titled smash.
I walk down the hallway/ You’re lucky/ The bedroom’s my runway/ Slap me/ I’m pinned to the doorway/ Kiss, bite, foreplay.
"Drunk In Love"
New sheets, he’d swear that I like washed rags, he wet up/ Boy, I’m drinking, I’m sinking on the mic ’til my boy toys/
Then I fill the tub up half way, then ride it with my surf board/Surf board, surfboard/Grainin' on that wood, grainin', grainin' on that wood/ I'm swervin' on that, swervin', swervin' on that big body Benz/Surfin' all in this, surfin' all in this good good.
Slip the panties to the side/ain't got the time to take drawers off.
I love your face./You love the taste.
You like it wet and so do I/I know you never waste a drip/I wonder how it feels sometimes/Must be good to you.
Can you eat the Skittle?/It's the sweetest in the middle.
I can't wait til I get home/so you can turn that cherry out.
I’mma lean back/ Don’t worry it’s nothing major/ Make sure you clean that/That’s the only way to get the…Flavor.
Bringing work up on top of me/ I’ma let let you be the boss of me/I know everything you want/Give me that daddy long stroke.
Driver roll up the partition please/I don’t need you seeing ‘Yonce on her knees.
Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged/Oh he so horny, yea he want to fxck/ He popped all my buttons, he ripped my blouse/ He Monica Lewinsky'd all on my gown.
Handprints and good grips all on my ass/ Private show with the music blasting/He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty.
I’m in my penthouse half naked/ I cooked this meal for you naked.
Tell me do you want to ride/ Ride around, ride around/ Ride around/ Will you ride around with that H-town/ If there’s candles near your bed, no need for a spell/ Stop acting so scared, just do what I tell.
Slow it down/ Go around/ You rock hard/ I rock steady/ Climb until you reach my peak babe, my peak, the peak/ And reach right into the bottom of my fountain/ I wanna play in your deep end, your deep end, the deep/ Then dip me under where you can feel my river flowing flow.
I’m proud of all this bass, Lemme put it in your face.
And I can’t help but love the way we make love/ Daddy, daddy, Ooh child, ooh now/ Yes lord, Damn baby/ Driving me cray, Cray.
Punish me/ Please/ Punish me please/ Tell me what you’re going to do with all of this/ Ass/ All up in your face.