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Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Stimme und Gesang
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Bass
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Klavier
Nate Ferraro
Nate Ferraro
Gitarre
Megan Bülow
Megan Bülow
Begleitgesang
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Bass
Rhiannon Giddens
Rhiannon Giddens
Banjo
Killah B
Killah B
Schlagzeug
Lemar Carter
Lemar Carter
Schlagzeug
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Synthesizer
Jack Siegel
Jack Siegel
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Produzent:in
Nate Ferraro
Nate Ferraro
Produzent:in
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Produzent:in
Killah B
Killah B
Produzent:in
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Produzent:in
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Produzent:in
Stuart White
Stuart White
Mischtechniker:in
Mariel Gomerez
Mariel Gomerez
Produzent:in
John Cranfield
John Cranfield
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Alex Nibley
Alex Nibley
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Hotae Alexander Jang
Hotae Alexander Jang
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Matheus Braz
Matheus Braz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Andrea Roberts
Andrea Roberts
Ingenieur:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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This ain't Texas (woo) Ain't no hold 'em (hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus (woo) And throw your keys up (hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey too It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown Don't be a (hey), come take it to the floor now, woo, ha (woo) There's a tornado (there's a tornado) In my city (in my city) Hit the basement (hit the basement) That - ain't pretty (ain't pretty) Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey) 'Cause we surviving ('cause we surviving) Puffin' red-cup kisses, sweet redemption, passing time, yeah Ooh, one step to the right We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice Ooh, you run to the left Just work me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind This ain't Texas (woo) Ain't no hold 'em (hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down, oh no So park your Lexus (hey) (woo) And throw your keys up (hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown Don't be a -, come take it to the floor now, ooh Take it to the floor now, ooh Now I'ma need all my cowboys to the dancefloor (hoops, spurs, boots) To the floor now, ooh (tuck, back, oops) Get to the dancefloor Woke up this morning, my heart keeps racing (woo) Straight to the bottom, we all need salvation (come take it to the floor now, ooh) Need you to end this drought, take me downtown Gon' leave the truck, whiskey, baby Let's get weekend (weekend) wasted Might as well just throw it all (woo-woo) And pony up (hey), don't hold back on me It's a rodeo, we gon' do-si-do (hey) Rope me in and then you take me home (huh) Give me all of your love, all of your sins, all of your flaws, pony up Hats off to you, but it's boots on the ground Sippin' on a Tennessee, spinning me around I just see you with whiskey I'm drinking straight, baby, all day It's a hell of a life Baby, I just might Throw a party for the whole damn town Chasing my sins away with brown, brown I'ma need another round, round, round, round One for me, one for my lover, lover Pony up and salute your town Chasing our sins away with brown And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too Furs, spurs, boots (there's a whole lotta South coming out, I'm getting rowdy on you) Solargenic, photogenic, shoot (whole lotta truth coming out)
Writer(s): Raphael Saadiq, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Nathan John Ferraro, Brian Vincent Bates, Megan Buelow, Atia Boggs, Elizabeth Lowell Boland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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