Dont Hurt Yourself

Beyoncé

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    Who the fuck do you think I am?
    You ain't married to no average bitch, boy
    You can watch this fat ass twist, boy
    As I bounce to the next dick, boy

    And keep your money, I got my own
    Keep a bigger smile on my face being alone
    Bad motherfucker, God complex
    I'll motivate your ass, call me Malcolm X

    Your operator, innovator
    Fuck you, hater, you can't recreate her, no, haha
    You'll never recreate her, no, hell no, uh

    You just gotta let it be
    Let it be, let it be, let it be, baby, oh
    You just gotta let it be
    Let it be, let it be, let it be, baby

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    You hurt yourself
    Don't hurt yourself
    When you play me, you play yourself
    Don't play yourself

    When you lie to me, you lie to yourself
    You're only lying to yourself
    When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
    Don't hurt yourself

    You just gotta let it be
    Let it be, let it be, let it be, baby
    Hey baby

    Who the fuck do you think I am?
    I smell that fragrance on your Louis knit, boy
    Just give this fat ass a big kiss, boy
    Tonight, I'm fucking up all your shit, boy

    (The most disrespected person in America is the black woman)
    I am the dragon breathing fire
    (The most unprotected person in America is the black woman)
    Beautiful mane, I'm the lion
    (The most neglected person in America is the black woman)
    Beautiful man, I know you're lying

    This is your final warning (don't hurt yourself)
    You know I give you life (don't hurt yourself)
    If you try this shit again (don't hurt yourself)
    You gon' lose your wife

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    Composición: Jack White, John Bonham, John Paul Jones, Beyoncé, Robert Plant, James Page y Diana Gordon

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