Beyoncé

YA YA

Lyrics

Hello, girls (hello, Beyoncé)
Hello, fellas (you're pretty swell)
Those petty ones can't (hey) with me (why?)
'Cause I'm a clever girl, we snappin'
(Pretty please) Toms, please
We wanna welcome you to the Beyoncé "Cowboy Carter: Act II," ah
And a rodeo chitlin circuit, we gon' make it do what it do, ya-ya
Put them hands together

We clappin'
We drummin'
(Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya) oh
Oh, ya-ya-ya
(Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) oh
Ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
(Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) ya-ya-ya-ya
(Ya-ya) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ya

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My family live and died in America, hm
Good ol' USA (good ol' USA)
Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh
History can't be erased, ooh-ooh
You lookin' for a new America? (America)
Are you tired workin' time and a half for half the pay?
(Half the pay) ooh, ya-ya
I just pray that we don't crash, keep my Bible on the dash
We gotta keep the faith

Wildfire burnt his house down
Insurance ain't gon' pay no Fannie Mae
So hold this holster, pour mo' liquor, please
Hard-workin' man ain't got no money in the bank, huh, the ya-ya
Turn up the vinyl and the radio (radio)
He can't watch the news nowadays (nowadays), oh
I just pray that he don't crash, keep his pistol on the dash
He gotta keep the faith

She's pickin' up good vibrations
He's lookin' for sweet sensations

Ladies? (Yeah?) Hey
We shakin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
We swimmin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
We jerkin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
We twerkin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

You wanna touch it, don't you? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Come get this genie in a bottle (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Come rub it, won't ya? I pop it (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya)
I walk it like I talk it (hoo), I got your spurs sparkin'
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ah

Let loose
Do what you do, baby, Good God
I don't wanna hear no, "Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya"
I got you daydreamin', put your lips on my lips
And strum me like a guitar, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You got me movin', boy, you got me "ooh-in'"
You might know what you're doin' (ooh)

Put them babies to bed (ooh-ooh)
We sweat out the sheets (ooh)
Got you up all night and now
You don't wanna leave
I can soothe your pain, yeah
When I'm long gone, you'll call my name, yeah
World of wind got you insane, yeah
It's givin' me the faith

I'm pickin' up good vibrations (ooh)
He's givin' me sweet sensations (oh)

B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ah (get down)
We gon' bust it down (ya-ya)
From Texas (from Texas), to Gary (to Gary)
All the way down to New York City (New York City)
Give me a kiss, big daddy, you so pretty (so pretty)

I got these slugs in my mouth, when I die, don't take them out
(Got these slugs in my mouth, when I die, don't take them out) ooh
Baby, if you ain't got no grits, get the - out the South
(If you ain't got no grits, get the - out the South) mhm
Life is comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash
His pistol in my seat, just in case I gotta blast

I just wanna shake my - (have a blast)
Ooh
I just wanna shake my - (have a blast)
Ooh (we vibratin')

And lover boy (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya)
You're so fine (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya)
Ooh, you got me losin' my mind (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya, oh, ya)
But you all gotta keep the faith (hey, ooh)

Oh, oh-oh (ooh)
We gotta keep the faith (ooh)
(Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ooh)
Ah, vote
Ah, oh, whoa-oh

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