“Becky With The Good Hair” Reveals Her Identity

When pop music icon Beyonce released the hit single "Sorry" on her popular Lemonade album, many fans were left wondering who precisely was "Becky with the good hair." Now it would appear that she has revealed her identity. The lyric has long been rumored to be a reference to Beyonce's significant other Jay-Z having allegedly slept with another woman. The music power couple was seemingly going through increasing stress in their relationship leading up to their marriage. The release of Beyonce's Lemonade album offered a fans a look into the pop star's relationships. Shortly after the album hit the airwaves, fashion designer Rachel Roy posted "good hair don't care" on her Instagram account. Here is a look at the full lyrics to Beyonce's "Sorry": Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, nigga, nah Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry He trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry), I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry) Headed to the club (I ain't sorry), I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry) Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup (sorry, I ain't sorry) I don't give a f*ck, chucking my deuces up Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (sorry, I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry, I ain't sorry) Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye, middle fingers up I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, n**ga, nah I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry No no, hell nah Now you want to say you're sorry Now you want to call me crying Now you gotta see me wilding Now I'm the one that's lying And I don't feel bad about it It's exactly what you get Stop interrupting my grinding I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry) Tell him, boy, bye, (sorry) boy, bye Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, n**ga, nah Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry No no, hell nah Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home Today I regret the night I put that ring on He always got them f**king excuses I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is I left a note in the hallway By the time you read it, I'll be far away I'm far away But I ain't f**king with nobody Let's have a toast to the good life Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes Me and my baby, we gon' be alright We gon' live a good life Big homie better grow up Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up I see them boppers in the corner They sneaking out the back door He only want me when I'm not there He better call Becky with the good hair He better call Becky with the good hair For more news click here.