Beyonce And Jay-Z – Salud lyrics

Yo, Uhh
Yo Yo (x2)
(Beyonce)
Put It on Ice, Celebrate that we made it
I put it on Christ (That’s on God)
Lord knows it takes Hella patience

When yo name is ??? and these comments absurd and they swear they know you better than you know yourself
Cuz you control yourself, It’s just me & you

Salud!
Baby look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, Salud!

(JAY Z)
Mazel tov, Gold bottle talk, wife got a model walk
House all glass
Slide the doors youa int gotta walk
And to top it off got another one in Montour
Trifecta down in Tribeca, bonjour
French crib, in the french quarters
Champagne in the glasss, toast to the importers
Spill some out for the past

(Hook)
Put It on Ice, Celebrate that we made it
I put it on Christ (That’s on God)
Lord knows it takes Hella patience

When yo name is (???) and these comments absurd and they swear they know you better than you know yourself
Cuz you control yourself, It’s just me & you

(JAY Z)
Hola, thank the most high for the coca, Salud!
God protect babies and fools, I was both
It’s not just a popular troll
The winds come and im just a flute
The wins come and I’m not a fluke
I’m convinced I’m really that I’m truly the goat
Sosa, the Elohim intervene like boy you the truth
Don’t die, Angels on both sides, toast with mimosas
Your president tweeting bout hope like he knows us, my road to the top was to take what you owe us
I give a f*ck what that man find vulgar, just put it on ice when you toast us

(Hook)

(Beyonce)
Mazel tov, Put up yo glass, put up yo ass, put up yo bag
Throw up a light, show that we bright, blow money fast
This for my kinfolk
Left out the window
Let them all know
This what we ball for, yo

Joey Bada$$ – King Of The Jungle

[Intro]
Yo Biggie!
What up, son?
What up, son?
Yo! Yo drop that shit!

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house

[Chorus]
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ everything in my environment
I ain’t the one

[Verse]
I’m Brooklyn borough thorough
King of the jungle now they all in trouble
Six years strong they can’t knock the hustle
I’ma be here long on some rap Rapunzel shit
Stay close to where I stack my bundles
Wig get a paper cut anytime my tongue’ll lift
I talk sharp, please don’t start with the Don
Guarantee to never do me no harm
I can teach you to raise an army of guns to bust for me
Palm of the napalm, and then drop in the bars calmly
Throw dirt on my palms hardly ever
If I let her bite the fingerprints off of my Gucci sweater
Fuck you know about this boss shit, big talk shit
I spark [?], the shots I call it
Niggas ain’t got bars, they non-alcoholics
I raise the bar so high, that I’m getting brolic from all this
Look, flows is polished, foes demolished
I was raised in them neighborhoods so impoverished
Now I get a little taller when I stand on my wallet
And I bought tracks with the late, great Christopher Wallace
I’m a hip-hop scholar, graduated with the young God Allahs
And the wisdom and the knowledge from all of my forefathers
I pay homage, only right I keep this shit honest
High level shit, they call me your highness bitch

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house

[Chorus + Sample]
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ anything in my environment
I ain’t the one that you niggas should be trying with
It’s Brooklyn in the house
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ everything in my environment
I ain’t the one

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house