Beyonce - Ya Ya Lyrics

Hello, girls (hello, Beyoncé)
Hello, fellas (you're pretty swell)
Those petty ones can't f*ck 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
And The 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-ya (oh, ya)
(Ya-ya) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, yeah

My family lived and died in America, hm
Good ol' USA (fellow USA), shit
Whole lotta red and then white and blue, huh
History can't be erased, ooh-oh
You lookin' for a new America (America)
Are you tired, working time and a half for half the pay?
Ya-ya (have to pay, ooh-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, shit
So hold this holster, pour more liquor, please
Hardworkin' men ain't got no money in the bank, ha, 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?)
F*ck it

We shakin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
We swimmin' (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, a-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
We jerkin' (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, a-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
We twerkin' (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
You wanna touch it, don't you?
Come get this genie in the bottle (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Come rub it, won't you? (Oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
I pop it
I'm walkin' like I talk it (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
I got your squares foggin' (oh)
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh

Let loose
So what you do, babe? Good God
I don't wanna hear no ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
I got your (?) Right here
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 your mind, oh, what you doin'?
Put them bass to bed (oh-oh)
And spread 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 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)
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 done I'll take them out
(Got this slugs In my mouth when I'm done I'll take them out) ooh
Baby, if you ain't got no grits get the f*ck up out this house
(If you ain't got no grits get the f*ck up out this house)
Life is comin' 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, vibratin'
And loverboy, you're so fine
Ooh, you got me losin' my mind
With you, I gotta keep the faith
Ohh
We gotta keep the faith
Oh, bo
Oh, whoa