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Heated (clean) Karaoke - Beyoncé

This title is a cover of Heated (clean) as made famous by Beyoncé

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About

With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 111 BPM

In the same key as the original: E♭m

Duration: 04:19 - Preview at: 01:52

Release date: 2022
Genres: R&B, Pop, Dance, In English
Original songwriter: Sean Seaton

All files available for download are reproduced tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Heated (clean)

Got a lot of bands got a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down
Ooh, I gotta cool it down
Yeah yeah
It's been a lot of years
Really think you gettin' one past me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down
Oh, you got me heated, oh
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no to give you space and time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no with a waist that wine like this, my love
Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Oh, now you wish
I was complacent
Boy, you musta mixed up our faces
Oh, now you wanna have conversations
See, now you're testin' my patience
Yeah yeah
Got a lot of bands got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down
I gotta cool it down
Got a lot of style got a lot of Tiffany on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down
You got me heated, oh
Whole lotta reservations
Whole lotta whole lotta textin' with no conversations
Whole lotta playin' victim and a villain at the same time
Whole lotta, yeah money, not a lot of patience
Whole lotta ****** been waitin'
They want some time on it now I wanna flaunt it
Panty and a bra we can get involved, boy
If you keep playin' with my heart, boy
I'm just as petty as you are, uh
Only a real man could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Only my baby
Oh yeah
Got a lot of bands got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down
I gotta cool it down
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you the space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no
With a waist that wine like this, oh
Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board
Give me face face, face, face, yah
My face card never declines, my God
Eat it, eat it eat it, eat it, eat it
Hmm, yummy, yummy, yummy make a bummy heated
Make a pretty girl talk that ytich
Whiskey 'till I'm tipsy glitter on my kitty
Cool it down, down down, my pretty
Bad, bad tchytchy make the bad bad glitchy
Fine, fine, fine-fine fine-fine, fine, fine
Liberated, livin' like we ain't got time
Yadda, yadda, yah yadda, yadda, yah, yah
Yadda, yadda, yadda bom, bom, ka, ka
Blastin' on that *** blast on that ***
Fan me quick, girl
I need my glass
Fan me off my wrist goes click
Dimples on my hip stretch marks on my ****
Drinkin' my water mindin' my biz
Monday, I'm overrated
Tuesday, on my ****
Flip-flop, flippy flip-flop-flop eeh
Fan me off, watch my wrist go click
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel lock me up in jail
Cuff me, please 'cos this ain't fair
Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel
Uncle Jonny made my dress
That cheap Spandex she looks a mess
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel lock me up in jail
Fingertips go tap, tap, t-tap
On my MPC makin' disco trap
Uncle Jonny made my dress
That cheap Spandex she looks a mess
Ooh ooh, hmm hmm hmm

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