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