Beyoncé - Sorry Cover (Lemonade) | Short Film w/ 6 INCH

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• published: 07 May 2016
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Beyoncé beehive has been living for LEMONADE since she released her film on HBO. We decided to give it our twist in a brand new 3 part mini series. Watch Part Two now. Beyonce on Hot 100 Position, Title No. 10, "Formation" No. 11, "Sorry" No. 13, "Hold Up" No. 18, "6 Inch," featuring The Weeknd No. 28, "Don't Hurt Yourself," featuring Jack White No. 35, "Freedom," featuring Kendrick Lamar No. 37, "Pray You Catch Me" No. 38, "All Night" No. 41, "Daddy Lessons" No. 43, "Sandcastles" No. 47, "Love Drought" No. 63, "Forward," featuring James Blake Beyoncé- 6 INCH Lyrics (Chorus – Beyoncé) Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody’s business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness (Verse 1 – The Weeknd) She’s stacking money, money everywhere she goes You know, pesos out of Mexico De uno, commas and them decimals She don’t gotta give it up, she professional She mixing up that Ace with that Hennessy She love the way it tastes, that’s her recipe Rushing through her veins like it’s ecstasy, oh no She already made enough but she’ll never leave (Repeat Chorus) (Post Chorus – Beyoncé) She works for the money, she work for the money From the start to the finish And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar And she worth every minute She works for the money She works for the money She works for the money She works for the money (Verse 2 – Beyoncé) She stack her money, money everywhere she goes She got that Sake, her Yamazaki straight from Tokyo Oh baby you know, she got them commas and them decimals She don’t gotta give it up cause she professional (Repeat Chorus) (Post Chorus – Beyoncé) She works for the money, she work for the money From the start to the finish And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar And she worth every minute (Bridge – Beyoncé) Stars in her eyes She fights for the power, keeping time She grinds day and night She grinds from Monday to Friday Works from Friday to Sunday She gon slang She too smart to crave material things She pushing herself day and night She grinds from Monday to Friday Works from Friday to Sunday Oh, stars in her eyes She fights and she sweats those sleepless nights But she don’t mind, she loves the grind She grinds from Monday to Friday Works from Friday to Sunday Yeah, yeah, she gon slang Too smart to crave material things Stacking her paper Stacking her cake up She grinds from Monday to Friday Works from Friday to Sunday (Repeat Chorus & POst Chorus) (Outro – Beyoncé) Oh, gonna make you feel You always come back to me Come back, come back Come back, come back Come back, come back, come back Beyoncé- Sorry Lyrics [Beyonce] Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry, nigga, nah...) Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry... He trying to roll me up I ain't picking up Headed to the club I ain't thinking 'bout you Me and my ladies sip my D'USSE cup I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry No no, hell nah Now you want to say you're sorry Now you want to call me crying Now you gotta see me wilding Now I'm the one that's lying And I don't feel bad about it It's exactly what you get Stop interrupting my grinding I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout you Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home Today I regret the night I put that ring on He always got them fucking excuses I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is I left a note in the hallway By the time you read it, I'll be far away I'm far away But I ain't fucking with nobody Let's have a toast to the good life Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes Me and my baby, we gon' be alright We gon' live a good life Big homie better grow up Me and my whoadis 'bout to stroll up I see them boppers in the corner They sneaking out the back door He only want me when I'm not there He better call Becky with the good hair (He better call Becky with the good hair...)