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!

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