paroles de chanson Don't Hurt Yourself - Homecoming Live - Beyoncé

Who the fuck do you think I is?
You ain't married to no average bitch, boy
You can watch this fat ass twist, boy
As I bounce to the next dick, boy

And keep your money, I got my own
Keep a bigger smile on my face, being alone
Bad motherfucker, God complex
I'll motivate your ass, call me Malcolm X

Yo operator, innovator
Fuck you, hater
You can't recreate her, no
You'll never recreate her, no
Hell no, uh

You just gotta let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, babe (oh)
You just gotta let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, babe

Don't hurt yourself, don't hurt yourself
When you play me, you play yourself, uh, don't play yourself
When you lie to me, you lie to yourself, you're only lying to yourself
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself, don't hurt yourself

Uh, you just gotta let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, babe

Hey baby, who the fuck do you think I am?
I smell that fragrance on your Luis V, boy
Just give this fat ass a big kiss, boy
Tonight, I'm fucking up all your shit, boy

The most disrespected person in America is the black woman
I am the dragon breathing fire
The most unprotected person in America is the black woman
Beautiful mane, I'm the lion
The most neglected person in America is the black woman
Beautiful man, I know you're lying

This is your finale warning (don't hurt yourself)
You know I give you life (don't hurt yourself)
If you try this shit again (don't hurt yourself)
You gon' to lose your wife