Ê Beyoncée, Beyoncée
Quero gripar com você
Espirra na pomba, morena pra ver
Ê Beyoncée, Beyoncée
Sem vaselina ela assa
Se for no cu, vai arder
Mas se doer, amanhã tudo passa
Xilocaina em você
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