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Beyoncé – Wake Up (R.E.M Demo) Lyrics


[Intro]
I don’t wanna wake, wake

[Verse 1]
Excuse me? Um, I love you
Who starts a conversation like that? Nobody but I do
But you are not a picture, I can’t cut you up or hide you
I’ll get you out my mind, hmm, I try to
Why you in my dreams? I knew
You knew how to be there, you knew how to treat it
You knew how to keep it, I wanna do more than touch you
I’m tryna turn two single people into a couple
What’s your next month like? Tell me what you up to
We can leave right now, nigga, you don’t need a duffle
La Perla, provocateur of secrets
How is it a secret if I know you’re gonna peep it?
I see you peeking, don’t wanna hear a peep
Wait

[Chorus]
Before you speak, don’t move
‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Don’t wanna wake up, oh
Wake up, wake up, wake up
You’re such a dream
If you can believe?
Boy you’re such a dream to me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Hey there, boy, I love you
I’m feeling like I know you, I can’t help but wanna thug you
I’m watching all these broads trying so damn hard
But I can’t even blame ’em ’cause you’re so irresistible
I want to stand by you, I won’t ever dare to tell
I think I heard some wedding bells (All to yourself)
Is this real?
Ooh child, I can stop praying now
That’s life, let’s rewind
To the day when I met you
Throwback
Dear God, how could I forget you?
Your sex
Boy it feels just like a dream to me
Now

[Chorus]
Before you speak, don’t move
‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Don’t wanna wake up, oh
Wake up, wake up, wake up
You’re such a dream
(You’re such dream)
If you can believe?
Boy you’re such a dream to me, yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
So to whom
It may concern
Please don’t disturb me
Can’t you see?
I’m happy, happily sleep, yeah

[Chorus]
Before you speak, don’t move
‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
I don’t wanna wake up, oh
Wake up, wake up, wake up
You’re such a dream
(You’re such dream)
If you can believe?
Boy you’re such a dream to me, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Beyoncé & Blue Ivy]
*Baby Noises*
Ma ma, ma ma
(Don’t mess with my baby
You better not mess with my baby)


Kim Zolciak-Biermann Goes Makeup-Free and Wig-Free on Instagram


Kim Zolciak/Instagram/Bravo

She’s wigging out—literally!

She’s known for her made-up ways and her wig-infused locks, but Kim Zolciak-Biermann is giving fans a peek at what she’s really like—makeup-free and wig-free.

The Real Housewives of Atlanta star hopped on Insta to show the world a fresh-faced image of herself, sans all the regular pomp and circumstance usually shown.

The “Don’t Be Tardy” singer wasn’t late to the Instagram party when she took to social media on Saturday to post the selfie, along with a lengthy caption in which the reality star gave fans a healthy tip: you do you.

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The 39-year-old, who has been wearing a long blonde wig for years, wrote, “I feel beautiful with no makeup and no wig and I feel beautiful with makeup and a wig.”

The mother of six wrote, “I love being a woman dressing up and I also love running around in my La Perla pajamas bottoms (that are old as sh-t I wear them everyday) and my bathrobe.”

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The Bravo star also made sure to give a shout out to her husband Kroy Biermann, saying that he’s all about her no matter what she’s wearing.

“My husband makes me feel beautiful at all times! I think it’s really important to do what makes YOU happy!”

Kim, who showed off her flawless complexion in the makeup-free snap, also said gave fans some tips on how she keeps her skin looks so amazing.

“I have ALWAYS been into skincare and my skin  I have gone to bed maybe twice in my entire life with makeup on (yes even if I’m swaying at the sink hunni I still scrub that face).”

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The star, who is known for having a way with words, concluded her caption by writing, “I think it’s REALLY important to do YOU! Do what makes YOU happy! Love the skin you’re in!”

Just as Olay says: Love the skin you’re in!


AZEALIA BANKS – Chi Chi lyrics


Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo


Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics


Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

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Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo




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