YA YA (COWBOY CARTER TOUR LIVE) lyrics

[Intro]
Hah
One, two, tres, four
She comin'
We gon' make it do what it do, ya-ya
Hello, girls (Hello, Beyoncé)
Hello, fellas (You're pretty swell)
Those petty ones can't touch 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 a Rodeo Chiltin' Circuit
We gon' make it do what it do, ya-ya
Put them hands together

[Chorus]
We 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-ya (Oh, ya)
(Ya-ya) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ya

[Interlude]
Woo
Hey!
[Verse 1]
My family live-and-diеd in America, hm
Good ol' USA (Good ol' USA), sh*t
Whole lotta red in that whitе and blue, huh
History can't be erased, ooh-woo
You lookin' for a new America? (America)
Aren't you tired, workin' time and a half for half the pay? (Half the pay)
I just pray that we don't crash, keep my Bible on the dash
He gotta keep the faith
Wildfire burnt his house down
Insurance ain't gon' pay no Fannie Mae, sh*t
So hold this holster, pour mo' liquor, please
Hard workin' man ain't got no money in the bank
Huh, uh, 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 faith

[Refrain]
She's pickin' up good vibrations
He's lookin' for sweet sensations

[Chorus]
Ladies? (Yeah?)
f*ck 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 j*rkin' (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 a 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 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)
[Post-Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah
Let loose
Do what you do, baby, good God
Ahh, vote!

[Interlude]
You better sit down and look around
'Cause you done bumped yo' head
I love you enough
To talk some sense into you, baby

[Verse 2]
I'd hate to see you come home
Me, the kids, and the dog is gone
Check my credentials
I give you everything you want, every—, everything you need
Even your friends say I'm a good woman
All I need to know is why?

[Verse 3]
Why don't you love me? (Love me?)
"Sing it, y'all"
Why don't you love me (Why don't you)
(Love me) When I make me so damn easy to love? (To love?)
"I think y'all can be a little louder now"
Why don't you need me?
Why don't you need me? (Need me?)
Tell me, baby, why don't you need me
When I make me so damn easy to need? (There's nothing not to love)
I got beauty, I got class
I got style and I got ass (Hmm)
And you don't even care to care (Looka here)
I even put money in the bank account
Don't have to ask no one to help me out
You don't even notice that (That)
What? Wha—? Wha—?
[Verse 4]
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' (Ooh-ooh)
Put them babies to bed (Oh-oh)
We sweat 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 insane, yeah
Givin' me the faith

[Refrain]
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (Ooh)
He's givin' me sweet sensations (Oh)

[Verse 3]
B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ya
"Y'all keep them hands goin'"
We gon' bust it down (Ya-ya)
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)

[Verse 3]
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 f*ck up out the South
(If you ain't got no grits, get the f*ck up out the South) Mmh
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 (Let's 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

[Outro]
I gotta keep the faith
Ayy
Ooh-ooh
Ah, vote!
Say, "Ya"