Beyoncé ft.Lady Gaga “Video Phone” Official Music Video & Lyrics


Beyoncé ft.Lady Gaga “Video Phone” Official Music Video & Lyrics

Lyrics:
Shawty, what yo name is?

Them hustlers keep on talkin’
They like the way I’m walkin’
You saying that you want me
So press record, I’ll let you film me

On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone

I love how you approach me
Fresh white with your pants hangin’ grown man low
Everything you sayin’ soundin’ good to me
No need to convince me anymore

Swag up, it’s right, one blade, it’s tight
And I smell your cologne in the air
Baby you doin’ somethin’ right
You just cancelled every other man here

You say you like my bag and the color of my nails
You can see that I got it goin’ on
I wanna make sure you remember me
So I’ma leave my number on your video phone

I got no time for frontin’
I know just what I’m wantin’
If it’s gonna be you and me
When I call, they better see me on your video screen

Them hustlers keep on talkin’
They like the way I’m walkin’
You saying that you want me
So press record, I’ll let you film me

On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you

Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone

You my phone star
And I’m happy when my lights flashin’
‘Cause you on my receiver
Hubba, hubba
Honey, baby is so sexy that he should win an Oscar

And when you miss me, just remember that I always got you with me
I’ll be your Gene, you’ll be my Brando
I’ma put you in my movie if you think that you can handle (Can you handle it?)

I know you like that (Can you handle it?)
Turn you into a star, I got it like that (Can you handle it?)
Baby don’t fight it, (Tell ‘em, B), ’cause when I miss yo call (Can you handle it?)
I hit you right back on my video phone (You like what you see?)

Them hustlas like my fashion (You wanna video me?)
They like the way I’m walkin’ (You like what you see?)
You sayin’ that you want me (Go on and video me)
So press record, I’ll let you film me

On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone

Can you handle it?
Can you handle it? (Tell ‘em, B)
Can you handle it?
Can you handle it?

You like what you see? (Can you handle it?)
You wanna video me? (Can you handle it?)
You like what you see? (Can you handle it?)
Go on and video me (Can you handle it?)
You like what you see? (Can you handle it?)
You wanna video me?

You know them Gs, they be hollerin’, ‘specially them hot ones
Brooklyn, Atlanta, Houston, to New Orleans
When they see me, they be like “Yo B, let me call you”
You breakin’ my focus, boy, you cute and you ballin’

You like it when I shake it?
Shawty on a mission, what yo name is?
What, you want me naked?
If you likin’ this position you can tape it on your video phone

Hustla keep on talkin’
You like the way it’s poppin’
You sayin’ that you want me
Press record and baby, film me

On your video phone, make a cameo (Film me)
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you (Film me)
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video (Film Me)
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone

Uh, uh, uh, ah, uh
Uh, uh, uh, ah, uh
(If you want me you can watch me on your) Video phone

Lady Gaga “Poker Face” Music & Lyrics


Lyrics:
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah

I wanna hold em’ like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me
(I love it)
Love game intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart

Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you’re with me
(I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it’s love if its not rough it isn’t fun, fun

Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)

P-p-p-Poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-Poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)

I won’t tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin
I’m not lying I’m just stunnin’ with my love-glue-gunning
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I’m marvelous

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read-a my poker face
(she’s got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker her face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker her face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face
(Mum mum mum mah)

Lady Gaga “Love Game” Music Video & Lyrics


Artist: Lady Gaga
Title: Love Game

Lyrics / Letra:
Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Huh! Huh!

I wanna kiss you,
but if I do then I might miss you, babe
It’s complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A lovegame, a lovegame

Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit it

let’s have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
don’t think too much, just bust that kick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Let’s play a lovegame
Play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game
Dons the lovegame

Let’s play a lovegame
Play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game
Dons the lovegame

Huh!

I’m on a mission
and it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You’ve indicated you’re interest
I’m educated in sex, yes
and now I want it bad, want it bad
A lovegame, a lovegame

Hold me and love me
just want touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit it

Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don’t think too much, just bust that kick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Let’s play a lovegame
Play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game
Dons the lovegame

Let’s play a lovegame
Play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game
Dons the lovegame

Huh!

I can see you staring there from across the block
with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your (huh)
The story of us, it always starts the same
with a boy and a girl and a (huh) and a game
And a game (huh)
And a game (huh)
And a game (huh)
A lovegame!

Let’s play a lovegame
Play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game
Dons the lovegame

Let’s play a lovegame
Play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game
Dons the lovegame

Let’s play a lovegame
Play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game (Let’s have some fun this beat is sick)
Dons the lovegame (I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)

Let’s play a lovegame
Play a lovegame
Do you want love
Or you want fame
Are you in the game (Don’t think too much just bust that kick)
Dons the lovegame (I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)

Huh!

Lady Gaga ” Bad Romance” Music Video & Lyrics


Lady Gaga ” Bad Romance” Music Video & Lyrics

Letra / Lyrics:
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want you leathe-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Your bad romance

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love, uhh

I want your psycho
Your vertigo stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
(‘Cause I’m a freak bitch, baby!)
I want it bad
Your bad romance

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
I’m a freak bitch baby

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends

J’veux ton amour
Et je veux ton revenge
J’veux ton amour
I don’t wanna be friends

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(I don’t wanna be friends)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

(I don’t wanna be friends)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)

I want your loving
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Lady Gaga “Paparazzi” Music Video & Lyrics


Artist: Lady Gaga
Song: Paparazzi

Letra / Lyrics:
We are the crowd, we’re c-comin’ out
Got my flash on, it’s true
Need that picture of you
It so magical, we’d be so fantastical

Leather and jeans, garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us it don’t have a price
Ready for those flashing light
‘Cause you know that baby, I

I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there’s no other superstar, you know that I’ll be
Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I’ll be kind
But I won’t stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you’ll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi

I’ll be your girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah, cause you’re my rock star in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes

Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn
My lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry
It don’t have a price, loving you is cherry pie
Cause you know that baby, I

I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there’s no other superstar, you know that I’ll be
Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I’ll be kind
But I won’t stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you’ll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi

Real good, we dance in the studio
Snap, snap to that shit on the radio
Don’t stop for anyone
We’re plastic but we still have fun

I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there’s no other superstar, you know that I’ll be
Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I’ll be kind
But I won’t stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you’ll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi

Lady Gaga ft. Beyoncé “Telephone” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
Hello, hello, baby;
You called, I can’t hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you see, see…
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you’re breaking up on me…
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I’m kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy.

Just a second,
it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play
And I cannot text you with
a drink in my hand, eh…
You shoulda made some plans with me,
you knew that I was free.
And now you won’t stop calling me;
I’m kinda busy.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
I’m busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Beyonce:

Boy, the way you blowin’ up my phone
won’t make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
’cause this is a disaster!
Callin’ like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!

Not that I don’t like you,
I’m just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls,
’cause I’ll be dancin’.

‘Cause I’ll be dancin’
‘Cause I’ll be dancin’
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls, ’cause I’ll be dancin’!

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
I’m busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

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Lady Gaga “Alejandro” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
I know that we are young,
And I know that you may love me,
But I just can’t be with you like this anymore,
Alejandro

She’s got both hands
In her pocket
And she wont look at you
Won’t look you at
She hides through love
En su bolsillo
She got a halo around her finger
Around you

You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to loose

Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe
I’m not your babe, Fernando

Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and run
Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Roberto

(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2

(Just stop
Please, Just let me go Alejandro, Just let me go)

She’s not broken
She’s just a baby
But her boyfriend’s like a dad, just like a dad
Draw those flames that burn before him
Now he’s gonna find a fight, gonna fool the bad

You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing loose

Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe

I’m not your babe, Fernando

Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and run
Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Roberto

(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2

Dont bother me,
Dont bother me, Alejandro
Dont call my name,
Dont call my name, Bye Fernando
I’m not you’re babe,
I’m not you’re babe, Alejandro
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch,
Fernando

Dont call my name,
Dont call my name, Alejandro
I’m not you’re babe,
I’m not you’re babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss don’t wanna touch.
Just smoke one Ciggarette and run.
Don’t call my name,
Don’t call my name,
Roberto.

(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2

Don’t call my name,
Don’t call my name, Alejandro.
I’m not you’re babe,
I’m not you’re babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just Smoke one Ciggarette and run.
Don’t call my name,
Don’t call my name, Roberto.

(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2