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YAYA Songtext

Hello, girls (hello, Beyoncé)
Hello, fellas (you′re pretty swell)
Those petty ones can't fuck 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 chitlin 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-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


My family lived and died in America, hm
Good ol′ USA (good ol' USA), shit
Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh
History can′t be erased, ooh-ooh
Are 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, shit
So hold his holster, pour more liquor, please
Hard-working man 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 (nowadays), no
I just pray that he don′t crash, keep this pistol on the dash
He gotta keep the faith

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

Ladies? (Yeah?)
Fuck it
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?
Come get this genie in the bottle (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 ya 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 excited
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 fuck up out the South
(If you ain't got no grits, get the fuck up out the South) hm
Life is comin′ at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash
This pistol in my seat just in case I gotta blast

I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast)
Ooh
I just wanna shake my ass (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 (ooh, ooh-ooh)

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

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