Beyonce
Tur-G Lyrics
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In a Tesla, while I'm eating lobster
Talking to your main girl
Smoking on, smoking on that big show
Call my nigga Big Show
Tell that nigga, I'm on my way to the hood
Right now, Eastlyn, riding on that fast lane
You know my nigga Smack and Sanza around
I don't like champagne
Call a bad bitch for the campaign
Skintone Beyonce, you don't say
When a nigga get caught and they ask, you don't say
You don't say, you don't say
Skintone Beyonce, skintone Beyonce
Pockets Thickleeyonce
Jimmy Choo, Jean-Paul Gaultier
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Skintone Beyonce, skintone Beyonce
Pockets Thickleeyonce
Jimmy Choo, Jean-Paul Gaultier
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Suede on a
Suede on a roof of a coupe
But this shit aint got a roof
But when the top down you can feel the heatwave
And when the top down you can see my bitch wave
38 degrees in the east of Pitori
Yeah you know it's scorching
Open up the cookie for a fortune
Beat that pussy up and put it in a coffin
Cut it in pieces, I like it in portions
That's what I call gourmet
Parmesan, if these niggas want beef I saute
Cause they know, where I stay
And they know, where I live
But they know we don't play
We don't play
Skintone Beyonce, skintone Beyonce
Pockets Thickleeyonce
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Skintone Beyonce, skintone Beyonce
Pockets Thickleeyonce
Jimmy Choo, Jean-Paul Gaultier
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
The lyrics of Tur-G's song "Beyonce" paint a picture of a luxurious lifestyle. The first line refers to snake leather seats in a Tesla, a high-end car, while the singer enjoys a meal of lobster. He is conversing with someone's girlfriend, smoking and probably headed toward a dangerous part of town - Eastlyn. The singer is a known figure in the area because his friends, Smack and Sanza, are close by. Though he sips champagne, he admits he does not really like it. When he horny, he calls a pretty female for entertainment.
The chorus refers to a beautiful woman with the same complexion as Beyonce, and the singer's wallet is thick enough to afford designer brands like Jimmy Choo and Jean-Paul Gaultier. A "roofless" car, which is probably convertible, makes an appearance in the second verse, and the temperature is 38 degrees Celsius in the eastern side of Pitori. He is having sex with multiple women and slicing them into sections like gourmet food to satisfy his taste. The vocalist is aware of his notoriety in the region and suggests that anyone who challenges him can get cooked just like beef.
Line by Line Meaning
Snake leather, snake leather seats
I'm living lavish, riding in my Tesla and enjoying the finer things in life like expensive car seats made from snake skin.
In a Tesla, while I'm eating lobster
I'm so successful that I can afford to eat luxury seafood while driving around in my expensive Tesla car.
Talking to your main girl
I'm so charming that I can easily talk to and win over any girl, including someone's girlfriend.
Smoking on, smoking on that big show
I'm smoking high quality weed and feeling good.
Call my nigga Big Show
I'm going to reach out to my friend Big Show right now.
Tell that nigga, I'm on my way to the hood
I'm letting my friend know that I'm on my way to the neighborhood/ghetto.
Right now, Eastlyn, riding on that fast lane
I'm currently driving through Eastlyn really fast, likely in a high performance car.
You know my nigga Smack and Sanza around
My friends Smack and Sanza are nearby and I'm alerting everyone to their presence.
When I'm sipping on that champagne
When I'm drinking expensive champagne, I feel like a wealthy baller.
I don't like champagne
Actually, I don't like champagne at all. But I drink it because it's seen as a symbol of status.
Call a bad bitch for the campaign
I'm contacting a really attractive woman to be a part of my promotional campaign.
Skintone Beyonce, you don't say
I'm praising the beauty of a woman with dark skin, like Beyonce, and pointing out how attractive she is.
When a nigga get caught and they ask, you don't say
If a friend gets caught doing something bad, don't rat them out to the authorities or tell anyone what you know.
Skintone Beyonce, skintone Beyonce
I can't stop talking about how beautiful a woman with dark skin is, just like Beyonce.
Pockets Thickleeyonce
My pockets are thick, like the curvy musician Beyonce.
Jimmy Choo, Jean-Paul Gaultier
I wear expensive designer brands like Jimmy Choo and Jean-Paul Gaultier.
Suede on a roof of a coupe
I'm riding around on a convertible with a suede lining.
But this shit aint got a roof
This convertible doesn't have a roof to pull up, but I don't mind because I enjoy the sun on my skin.
But when the top down you can feel the heatwave
When the top of the convertible is open, you can feel the warmth of the sun and enjoy the nice weather.
And when the top down you can see my bitch wave
When the top of the convertible is down, you can see my girlfriend waving to everyone.
38 degrees in the east of Pitori
It's really hot, around 38 degrees Celsius, in the eastern part of Pretoria where I am.
Open up the cookie for a fortune
I'm revealing my fortune or wealth by showing off my private parts, which I'm calling a cookie.
Beat that pussy up and put it in a coffin
I'm talking about having rough sex, to the point where it feels like beating someone up, and then jokingly saying that I'd need to put it in a coffin afterwards.
Cut it in pieces, I like it in portions
I like to have sex in sections, rather than all at once, and also potentially referring to drug use in small doses.
That's what I call gourmet
Referring to these actions as high-end or classy, rather than talking about drugs and sex in a negative way.
Parmesan, if these niggas want beef I saute
I'm comparing conflict to cooking and saying that if someone wants to fight with me, I'll handle it like a pro chef and stir things up.
Cause they know, where I stay
People know where I live, and they're likely afraid of confronting me because of my reputation.
And they know, where I live
I'm emphasizing that people are aware of where I live, and I'm not afraid of them coming to my place.
But they know we don't play
People are aware that my crew and I don't mess around and are not afraid to defend ourselves.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Moleke Mathabatha
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Lyrics
Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Hoe je doet, hoe je praat
Hoe je lacht als ik kijk naar jou
En soms doe ik stoer
Maar wil eigenlijk niks anders, nu
Hand in hand, zij aan zij
Voor altijd, in een moeilijke tijd
Zal ik er voor jou zijn
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja, (Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja)
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja, (Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja)
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Waarom zeg ik Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ik wil dat me ma je ziet, ja, ja
Ik zet je in een Givenchy ja, ja
Ik neem je mee naar Paris, ja, ja
Jij bent degene die inspireert
Jij bent degene waarvan ik leer
Jij bent degene waardoor ik probeer
Oeeh, jij bent degene
Girl, laat me je iets vragen
'k weet wat je hebt, dus je moet niet klagen
Ik ben vaak aan het work deze dagen
Maar ik voel me goed als ik je zie stralen
Jij, whine even
Als ik daar kom doe je opeens verlegen
Zeg waarom ben jij in je eentje?
Ik wil alle liefde alleen aan jou geven
(Ja, Ja, Ja)
Fiance
(Ja, Ja)
Word jij m'n Beyoncé?
(Ja, Ja, Ja)
Fiance
(Ja, Ja)
Word jij m'n Beyoncé?
Ik vraag de hand van je father
Ik vraag de hand van je mama
Ik vraag de hand als een real big man, eeh
Word jij m'n Beyoncé?
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ik ben AC, geen Milan
Bij de bus, daar zag ik je staan
Pak je rust, want ik kom eraan
Eerst een kus en dan mag je gaan
Je moet me appen als je thuis bent (App me)
Wanneer we binnen zijn gaan we naar buiten
Dan gaan we chillen en die dingen overal naar binnen pinnen
We beginnen te wennen, dus je vriendinnen willen ook (Stop)
Go slow, naar een ander niveau
Pull up, Pull up, ofso
Pull up, Pull up, ofso
(ja, ja ,ja, ja)
Ze verleidt me al een tijdje
Skip die chicks, laat de rest
Jij en ik, en de stacks
Pak die plane, we gaan weg
(Ja, Ja, Ja)
Fiance
(Ja, Ja)
Word jij m'n Beyoncé?
(Ja, Ja, Ja)
Fiance
(Ja, Ja)
Word jij m'n Beyoncé?
Ik vraag de hand van je father
Ik vraag de hand van je mama
Ik vraag de hand als een real big man, eeh
Word jij m'n Beyoncé?
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja
Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja, Ee, Ja, Ja
(Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja)
@djefersonkurowski7607
Brasil! música contagiante, participou do Carnaval de Florianópolis
@sinio890
Oh lala ce son est une tuerie ... 😍😍😍 C'est fou comment je peux pas m'empêcher de danser
@Ce8232
je m'enjaille grave sur ce son, c'est de la pure douceur .💖
@laucy5192
Souvenir débloqué 😭 quelle époque 🥲
@hazdansondaniels9916
Ahhh🥺🥺
@JustForfYou
I wish a musician that speaks english can make their own version using this beat, shit is straight up fireeee
@timoomit3898
Hij is zo leuk hij blijft in mijn hoofd hangen! Topliedje!!
@evonstephenking7186
wollah deze liedje is echt hard ❤❤❤❤ love naar Tur-G en Andy❤❤❤
@ursulamfouka9128
Vous gèrez bien continuer comme ça 👍👍👍
@sobosu3803
i don't understand dutch, but I have an idea of the song purpose.... The point is, I LOVE THIS SONG. The beat is so fire. It has a hiphop/ Afro beat flow to it.