Beyoncé – TEXAS HOLD 'EM Lyrics

TEXAS HOLD 'EM

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"TEXAS HOLD 'EM." - Beyoncé

Friday, 23 October 2026, 05:12 am

Album: COWBOY CARTER

Track No: 07

This ain't Texas, ain't no Hold 'Em (Woo, 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 bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo!
There's a tornado in my city (There's a tornado in my city)
Hit the basement, that shit ain't pretty (Hit the basement, that shit ain't pretty)
Rugged whiskey 'cause we surviving (Rugged whiskey 'cause we surviving)
Off red cup kisses, sweet redemption passing time, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
One step to the right
We headin' to the dive bar
We always thought was nice
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Run me to the left
Then spin me in the middle, boy
I can't read your mind
This ain't Texas, ain't no Hold 'Em (Woo, 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 bitch, come take it to the floor now
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey, too
It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo!
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
There's a heat wave coming at us (There's a heat wave coming at us)
Too hot to think straight, too cold to panic (Too hot to think straight, cold to panic)
All of the problems just feel dramatic (Just feel dramatic)
Now we're running to the first bar that we find, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
One step to the right
We headin' to the dive bar
We always thought was nice
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
You run to the left
Just work me in the middle, boy
I can't read your mind
This ain't Texas, ain't no Hold 'Em (Woo, hey!)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (Hey)
Throw your keys up (Hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around)
And I'll be damned if I cannot 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 bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo!
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor 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
Hoops, spurs, boots
To the floor now, ooh
Tuck, back, oops (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Shoot
Come take it to the floor now, ooh
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me, too
Furs, spurs, boots
Solargenic, photogenic, shoot

Writer(s): Beyoncé, Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Raphael Saadiq, Nate Ferraro, Megan Bülow, Brian Bates & Atia Boggs.

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