Beyoncé on the Line for Gaga by Morgan Parker Lyrics

Girl you know you ain’t that busy.
Without me you’re just two ears
stuffed with glitter.
Spoken gun your name
baby’s first words when she enters
swag up covered in
gunmetal spandex, cigarettes for eyes.
Say my name, louder
come into these hips
and live. Let
platform heels tightrope curves,
make Jiggaman jealous.
He runs the streets
I pour into them, weave first
fierce nymph of Texas
holy in black.
You feel me? This booty
is smooth running water.
I shake too thick for love,
push records like dimes,
rep the hustle slick as legs.
I know you like that.
I carry the hood up in this bling.
Soft brown fingers
got rocks for days. Lips glossed opening
for a special purpose.
You say Tell ‘em B
I open my legs, throw my shades on like,
Divas gettin money. Hard as the boys.
Give me all
your little monsters and I will burn them up.
Give me your hand
and I will let you back this up.
Tonight I make a name for you.