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'

Toms, please (Pretty 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 (Oh, ya-ya-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, ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya)

B-E-Y-I-N-C-É, ya

My family lived and died in America, huh

Good ole USA, shit (Good ole USA)

Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh

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? Ya-ya (Half the pay)

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 a bank, ha, 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, fuck it (Yeah?)

We shakin', we swimmin'

We jerkin', we twerkin'

You wanna touch it, don't ya?

Come get this genie in a bottle, come rub it, won't ya?

I pop it, I walk it like I talk it

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 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 ooh-in'

You might know what you're doin'

Put them babies to bed, we sweat out the sheets

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

He's givin' me sweet sensations

B-E-Y-I-N-C-É, ya

We gon' bus it down from Texas to Gary (From Texas to Gary)

All the way down to New York City (New York City)

And give me 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

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

Life is coming at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash

Keep 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, you're so fine, ooh

You got me losin' my mind

But you, I gotta keep the faith

Oh, we gotta keep the faith

Ah, vote!

Ah-oh, whoa