LYRIC

Beyoncé – AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM (Song Lyrics)

Year: 2022

Lyrics:

America, America has a problem

Heard you got that deep for me
Pray your love is deep for me
I’ma make you go weak for me
Make you wait a whole week for me (For me)
I see you watching, feel it
I know you want it, scheme it
I know you need it, trouble on ya
You want it on you, don’t I know?
You need a love, I need some too
Do you want this like it want you?

Know that booty gon’ do what it want to
Can’t hit it one time, how to go?
I know you see these red, red racks on me
Now come and get ho-ho-ho-ho-hot
Twenty four eighty at the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, hit me right back (Mm)
Call me when you wanna get ho-ho-ho-ho-hot
Twenty man turn out with the racks
I’ll be D on that bag, double G’s on the dash
Nigga I’m bad, I’m bad
Knew you wanna get ho-ho-ho-ho-hot

Boy, you can’t get higher than this, no
‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this, no, no

Grind (Grind), boy, you know I grind (Grind)
When I pull up then change your mind (When I pull up then change your mind)
You’re mine, when I step on the scene they (You’re mine, you’re mine)
Can’t wait to bag it up, your ex still a dope, but it ain’t great enough
I’m supplying my man, I’m in your lane, soon as I land
Just know I roll with them goons, in case you start acting familiar
This kind of love, dip in this, whole slap I kill for

Boy, you can’t get higher than this, no (Higher)
‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this, no, no (Higher)

Grind (Grind), boy, you know I grind (Grind)
When I pull up then change your mind (When I pull up then change your mind)
You’re mine, when I step on the scene they (You’re mine, you’re mine)
Can’t wait to bag it up, your ex still a dope, but it ain’t great enough
I’m supplying my man, I’m in your lane, soon as I land
Just know I roll with them goons, in case you start acting familiar
This kind of love, dip in this, whole slap I kill for

Know that booty gon’ do what it want to
Can’t hit it one time, how to go?
I know you see these red, red racks on me
Now come and get ho-ho-ho-ho-hot
Twenty four eighty at the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, hit me right back
Call me when you wanna get ho-ho-ho-ho-hot
Twenty man turn out with the racks
I’ll be D on that bag, double G’s on the dash
Nigga I’m bad, I’m bad
Knew you wanna get ho-ho-ho-ho-hot

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