Messy Mya:
What happened at the New Wilins?
Bitch, Im back by popular demand

Beyoncé:
Yall haters corny with that Illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
Im so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin)
Im so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag

Messy Mya:
oh, yeah, baby, oh, yeah I, oh, oh, yes, I like that

Big Freedia:
I did not come to play with you hoes, ha ha
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh, yes, you besta believe it

Beyoncé:
Yall haters corny with that Illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
Im so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin)
Im so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag

Beyoncé:
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get whats mine (take whats mine), Im a star (Im a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon slay (slay), gon slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now lets get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now lets get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

Beyoncé:
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some Js, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making

Beyoncé:
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind til I own it
I twirl on my haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Take whats mine (take whats mine), Im a star (Im a star)
Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon slay (slay), gon slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now lets get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now lets get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

Beyoncé:
Okay, ladies, now lets get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now lets get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper

Girl, I hear some thunder
Golly, look at that water, boy, oh lord