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HEATED fue lanzado el 29 de julio de 2022 por Parkwood Entertainment/Columbia como parte del álbum RENAISSANCE
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Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Beyoncé
Voces
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Voces de fondo
Tatiana "Tatu" Matthews
Voces de fondo
Cadenza
Programación
Kelman Duran
Programación
Calev
Guitarra
BEAM
Voces
Stuart White
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Beyoncé
Autoría
Aubrey Drake Graham
Autoría
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Autoría
Jahaan Sweet
Autoría
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Autoría
Sean Seaton
Autoría
Denisia "Blu June" Andrews
Autoría
Ricky Lawson
Autoría
Oliver Rodigan
Autoría
Brittany Coney
Autoría
Jonathan Yip
Autoría
Ray Romulus
Autoría
Jeremy Reeves
Autoría
Ray Charles McCullough II
Autoría
Travis Garland
Autoría
Clarence Coffee Jr
Autoría
Malcolm McDaniel
Autoría
Aviel Calev Hirschfield
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Beyoncé
Producción
Cadenza
Producción
Kelman Duran
Producción
Jahaan Sweet
Producción
Neenyo
Producción
SEVN Thomas
Producción
Harry Edwards
Producción
Brittany Coney
Ingeniería de grabación
Andrea Roberts
Ingeniería de grabación
Matheus Braz
Asistente de ingeniería
John Cranfield
Ingeniería
Colin Leonard
Masterización
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producción
Stuart White
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
Got a lot of bands
Got a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down (Heated)
I gotta cool it down (Heated)
It's been a lot of years
Really think you're gettin' one past me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down (Heated)
You got me (Heated)
Heated (Oh)
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no
With a waist that whine like this
My love
Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Oh, now you wish I was complacent
Boy, you must have mixed up our faces
Oh, now you wanna have conversations
See, now you testing my patience
Yeah, yeah
Got a lot of bands
Got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down (Heated)
I gotta cool it down (Heated)
Got a lot of style
Got a lot of Tiffany on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down (Heated)
You got me (Heated)
Heated (Oh)
Whole lotta reservations
Whole lotta
Whole lotta texting with no conversations
Whole lotta playing victim and the villain at the same time
Whole lotta… money
Not a lot of patience
Whole lotta **** been waiting
They want some time on it
Now I wanna flaunt it, panty and a bra
We can get involved, boy
You keep playing with my heart, boy
I'm just as petty as you are
Only a real man can tame me
Only the radio can play me
Only my baby (Oh, yeah)
Got a lot of bands
Got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down (Heated)
I gotta cool it down (Heated)
Heated
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you the space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no (Fan me off I'm hot, hot, hot)
With a waist that whine like this (Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
Tip, tip, tip, on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board
Give me face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never declines, my Gawd
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mmm, yummy, yummy, yummy, make the bummy heated
Make a pretty girl talk that shitty
Whiskey till I'm tipsy
Glitter on my kitty
Cool it down, down, down my pretty
Bad, bad bitchy make the bad bitch glitchy
Fine, fine, fine-fine, fine-fine, fine, fine
Liberated livin' like we ain't got time
Yadda, yadda, yah, yadda, yadda, yah, yah
Yadda, yadda, yadda, bom, bom, ka, ka
Blastin' on that ass, blast on that ass
Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass
Fan me off, my wrist goes click
Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits
Drinkin' my water, mindin' my biz
Monday, I'm overrated
Tuesday, on my dick
Flip, flop, flippy, flip, floppin' ass bitch
Fan me off, watch my wrist go click
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Cuff me, please, 'cause this ain't fair
Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel
Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Fingertips go tap, tap, tap
On my MPC, makin' disco trap
Uncle Johnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Aviel Calev Hirschfield, Beyoncé, Brittany "@Chi_Coney" Coney, Clarence Coffee Jr, Denisia "Blu June" Andrews, Jahaan Sweet, Jeremy Reeves, Jonathan Yip, Malcolm McDaniel, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Oliver Rodigan, Ray Charles McCullough II, Ray Romulus, Ricky Lawson, Rupert Thomas Jr., Sean Seaton, Shaelyn Brittany Coney, Travis Garland

