Beyoncé – Hip Hop Star (feat. Big Boi & Sleepy Brown) Lyrics

Hip Hop Star

Beyoncé (feat. Big Boi & Sleepy Brown)

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"Hip Hop Star." - Beyoncé (feat. Big Boi & Sleepy Brown)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:13 am

Album: Dangerously in Love

Track No: 04

Pure players, pure players
Slowly as Sir Luscious step up like a Q-Dawg
A-town's up, deuces down, it's the new call
And you can dial 1-888-CUT-SOME
I'm your kinky operator, when you wanna **** some
Ain't no dial tones, just milestones of pleasure to reach
To each his own, I'm a stone cold aquarian freak
Humanitarian, barbarian but under the sheets
It's the player from the point and your girl from the D, uh
Are you infatuated with me?
I could end your curiosity
If you don't think I'm too rude
Here's your chance to make your move
I sit and wait for nobody
People say that my
My (My)
Style (Style)
Is (Is) so crazy
I (I)
Think (Think)
You (You) like it, baby
Do (Do)
You (You)
Want to get nasty?
I (I)
Dare (Dare)
You (You) to undress me
Baby, let me know if you wanna roll
With a hip hop star
Bad boots on, pants down low
I'm a rock star
Baby, let me know if you wanna ride
With a hip hop star
I'm a rock star
Do I blow you away?
Do I stimulate your mind?
Would you taste my love, if I gave you time?
I have none to waste with you
I guess, you can say
My (My)
Style (Style)
Is (Is) so crazy
I (I)
Think (Think)
You (You) like it, baby
Do (Do)
You (You)
Want to get nasty?
I (I)
Dare (Dare)
You (You) to undress me
Baby, let me know if you wanna roll
With a hip hop star
Bad boots on pants down low
I'm a rock star
Baby, let me know if you wanna ride
With a hip hop star
I'm a rock star
Undress me, undress me, come
Come baby, undress me
Take off that tank top, and pull off them drawers
The girls all pause, got them drippin' down they sugar walls (Ah, nah)
Gettin' to the nappy root
Knockin' boots and stilettos, damn, I keep it ghetto
A cool type of fellow, mellow, got the gold medal
Never settle for less my rose petal
Tooey, tooey, tooey, spit game
Venom to get it up in 'em, let me p-pop that thang
First check her brain to see if she's sane
Deranged or strange or crazy as hell (Coo-coo)
You never can tell these days
Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins, man
The way I feel, ooh girl, I know it's 'bout to be
Me all on you and damn, girl, you all over me
Baby, let me know if you wanna roll
With a hip hop star
Bad boots on pants down low
I'm a rock star
Baby, let me know if you wanna ride
With a hip hop star
I'm a rock star

Writer(s): Beyoncé, Bryce Wilson, Makeda Davis, Antwan Patton & Shawn Carter.

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