Beyoncé – PURE/HONEY Lyrics

PURE/HONEY

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"PURE/HONEY." - Beyoncé

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:42 am

Album: RENAISSANCE

Track No: 15

Uh, uh
Check my technique
Uh, uh
Coming for my technique
Uh, uh
You wanna feel my technique
Uh, uh
It's pure
Bad bitches to the left
Money bitches to the right
You can be both
Meet in the middle
Dance all night
Take it all off
Or just a little if you like
It's pure
It should cost a billion to look this good
But she make it look easy 'cause she got it (Check my technique)
You can find the one when the tempo good (Wanna touch my technique?)
4, 3
Too fuckin' busy
That's my technique, uh
That's my, that's my
That's my technique
Bad bitch, bisous
Right then left cheek, muah
Ideas, my dear
That's my technique, uh
All my pretty girls to the floor
Get yo money, money, cunty, hunty
Don't be funny with my money, honey
Don't my girls look so yummy, yummy
All the boys want my honey from me
It should cost a billion to look that good
But she make it look easy 'cause she got it
You can find the one when the tempo's good
4, 3
I'm too fucking busy
Check my technique, uh
I see you
You too
Coming for my technique, uh
Bossy bitch, bisous
Right then left cheek, muah
Future, renaissance
Study my technique, uh
All the pretty boys to the floor
Get yo money, money, money, money
Don't be funny with my money, honey
Don't my girls look so yummy, yummy
All them boys want my honey from me
Bad bitches to the left
Money bitches to the right
You can be both
Meet in the middle
Dance all night
Take it all off
Or just a little if you like
Earlier than that
It should cost a billion to look this...
I see you want it and you're coming for me
Don't be funny with my money, honey
All my girls look so yummy, yummy
And all the boys want my honey from me
The Devil's on my shoulder (It's taboo as you want it)
Nasty is my guilty pleasure (Nasty, nasty girl)
If you give this ass a squeeze (Give that ass a squeeze, baby)
It's pretty how I give you pleasure (Pretty, pretty hell)
Once you get me piped up, baby
I won't stop, uh
I won't stop till you say you had enough
Ride it like a rodeo when I'm on top
I get you stuck (Stuck)
Stuck in my love (Stuck in my love)
Stuck in my honey
Honey, honey hun
I put the sweet (Sweet)
The sweet on your tongue (Sweet on your tongue)
Don't it taste yummy (Yummy)
Yummy, yummy yum
Now stick it thick (Thick)
Honey and gold (Honey and gold)
Drippin' all on me, yeah
Honey, honey hun
I put the sweet (Sweet)
The sweet on your tongue (Sweet on your tongue)
Don't it taste yummy (Yummy)
Yummy, yummy yum
You know it's Friday night and I'm ready to drive
Throw me them keys, baby let's go
It's Friday night and I'm ready to drive (Throw me them keys, baby let's go)
We jump in the car, quarter tank of gas, world's at war, low on cash (We jump in the car, quarter tank of gas, world's at war, low on cash)
I ain't never felt a feeling like this
You've been in love but not like this
Sweet honey sin
Taste it on your lips
Sucking down on it
Light switch, click
Honey, Miss Honey
Miss Honey
Miss Honey (Honey, honey hun)
Miss Honey
Miss Honey
Miss Honey
Miss Honey

Writer(s): Beyoncé, Michael Tucker, Raphael Saadiq, Darius Dixson, Michael Pollack, Denisia "Blu June" Andrews, Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant, Brittany "@Chi_Coney" Coney, Moi Renee, Eric Snead, Jerel Black, Michael D. Cox, Kevin Marquis Bellmon, Andrew Richardson & Count Maurice.

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