YA YA

Hello, girls (Hello, Beyoncé) Hello, fellas (You're pretty swell) Those petty ones can't fxxk 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 In a rodeo chillin' circuit We gon' make you do what they do ya-ya Put them hands together We clappin' We drummin' (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Oh, oh, ya-ya-ya (Oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Oh, 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 (Oh, ya) (Ya-ya) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, yeah My family lived and died in America, hm Good ole USA (Fellow USA), sh!t Whole lotta red and then white and blue, huh History can't be erased, oh-oh Are you lookin' for a new America (America) Are you tired, working time and a half for half the pay, ya-ya (Have to pay, oh-oh) 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, sh!t So hold this hose or pour more liquor please Hard working men ain't got no money in the bank Huh, the ya-ya Turn off the vinyl and the radio (Radio) He can't watch the news nowadays, oh (Nowadays) I just pray that he don't crash Keep this pistol on the dash, we gotta keep it faith She's pickin' up good vibrations He's lookin' for sweet sensations Ladies? (Yeah?) Fxxk it We shakin' (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) We swimmin' (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) We jerkin' (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) We twerkin' (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) You wanna touch it, don't you? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Come get this genie in the bottle (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Come rub it, won't you? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) I pop it (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) I'm walkin' like I talk it (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) I got your squares fxxkin' (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh Let loose Do what you do, babe, 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, you might know what you doin' Put them babies to bed (Oh-oh) We sweat out the sheets (Oh) 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 It's givin' me the faith I'm pickin' up good vibrations, oh He's givin' me sweet sensations, oh (B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ah) We gon' bust it down 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) Got this slugs in my mouth when I'm die I'll take them out (Got this slugs in my mouth when I'm die I'll take them out), oh Baby, if you ain't got no grits get the fxxk up out the South (If you ain't got no grits get the fxxk up out the South) Life is comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash Pistol in my seat just in case I gotta blast I just wanna shake my ass (Have a blast) Oh-oh I just wanna shake my ass (Have a blast) Oh-oh We vibratin', and lover boy, you're so fine Oh, you got me losin' my mind But you I gotta keep the faith Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh We gotta keep the faith (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Oh, vote! Oh