YA YA

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 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) 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
B-E-Y-I-N-C-É, ya

My family lived and died in America, mmm
Good ole USA (fellow USA), shit
Whole lotta red in that white and blue, hah
History can't be erased, ooh
You lookin' for a new America (America)
Are you tired workin' time and a half for half the pay? Ooh (have to pay, 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 this holster, pour mo' liquor, please
Hard workin' man ain't got no money in the bank, hah, the ya-ya
Turn up 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 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 ya? (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? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
I pop it (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
I walk it like I talk it (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
I got your spurs sparkin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh

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 ya 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 ooin', you might know what you're doin' (ooh)

Put them babies to bed (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-É, ya
We gon' bust it down
From Texas (from Texas)
To Gary (to Gary)
All the way down to New York City (New York City)
Gimme a kiss
Big daddy, you so pretty (so pretty)

Got these slugs in my mouth, when I die, don't take 'em out
(Got these slugs in my mouth, when I die, don't take 'em 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) mmm
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)
Ooh
I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast)
Ooh
We vibratin'

And lover boy
You're so fine
Ooh, you got me losin' my mind
But you gotta keep the faith
Ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We gotta keep the faith

Oh, vote
Oh, wow, wow