Letra de 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 And the rodeo chitlin' circuit We gon' make it do what it do, ya-ya Put them hands togetherWe 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, yeahMy family lived and died in America, hm Good ole USA (good ole USA), shit Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh History can't be erased, oh-oh Are you lookin' for a new America? (America) Are you tired, workin' time and a half for half the pay? Ya-ya (half the pay, oh-oh) I just pray that we don't crash Keep my Bible on the dash, we gotta keep the faithWildfire burnt his house down Insurance ain't gon' pay no Fannie Mae, shit So hold this holster, pour more liquor please Hardworking man ain't got no money in the bank, huh, the 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 this pistol on the dash, he gotta keep the faithShe's pickin' up good vibrations He's lookin' for sweet sensations Ladies? (Yeah?) Fuck itWe 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? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Come get this genie in the bottle (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Come rub it, won't you? (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 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, ohLet 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-in', you might know what you're doin'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 insane, yeah It's givin' me the faithI'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 these slugs in my mouth, when I'm done, I'll take 'em out (Got these slugs in my mouth, when I'm done, I'll 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 comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash Keep this pistol in my seat, just in case I gotta blastI just wanna shake my ass (have a blast) Ooh I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast) OohWe vibratin', and lover boy, you're so fine Ooh, 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, go Oh