The Naughtiest Lyrics From Beyonce’s New Album


Beyonce "Partition"


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.