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
In 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
(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
B-E-Y-I-N-C-É, ya
My family lived and died in America, mmm
Good ole USA (fellow USA), shit
Whole lotta red in that white and blue, hah
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? Ooh (have to pay, ya-ya)
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 the bank, hah, 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?)
Fuck 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 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 ya? (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 ya? (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)
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh
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 ooin', you might know what you're doin' (ooh)
Put them babies to bed (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 faith
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (ooh)
He's givin' me sweet sensations (oh)
B-E-Y-I-N-C-É, ya
We gon' bust it down
From Texas (from Texas)
To Gary (to Gary)
All the way down to New York City (New York City)
Gimme 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) ooh
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) mmm
Life is comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash
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 gotta keep the faith
Ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We gotta keep the faith
Oh, vote
Oh, wow, wow
YA YA
Salut, les filles (salut, Beyoncé)
Salut, les gars (vous êtes plutôt cool)
Ces petits jaloux peuvent pas rivaliser avec moi (pourquoi ?)
Parce que je suis une fille maline
On se lâche
(S'il vous plaît)
Les gars, s'il vous plaît
On veut vous accueillir
Au Beyoncé, Cowboy Carter : Acte II, ah
Dans un circuit de rodeo
On va faire ce qu'il faut, ya-ya
Mettez vos mains ensemble
On applaudit
On tape des mains
(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
B-E-Y-I-N-C-É, ya
Ma famille a vécu et est morte en Amérique, mmm
Bonne vieille USA (camarade USA), putain
Beaucoup de rouge dans ce blanc et bleu, hah
L'histoire ne peut pas être effacée, ooh
Tu cherches une nouvelle Amérique (Amérique)
T'es fatigué de bosser à temps et demi pour moitié de salaire ? Ooh (à payer, ya-ya)
Je prie juste pour qu'on ne s'écrase pas, garde ma Bible sur le tableau de bord
On doit garder la foi
Un incendie a brûlé sa maison
L'assurance ne va pas payer Fannie Mae, putain
Alors tiens ce holster, sers-moi un verre, s'il te plaît
Un homme qui bosse dur n'a pas d'argent à la banque, hah, le ya-ya
Monte le vinyle et la radio (radio)
Il peut plus regarder les infos de nos jours, oh (de nos jours)
Je prie juste pour qu'il ne s'écrase pas, garde ce pistolet sur le tableau de bord
On doit garder la foi
Elle capte de bonnes vibrations
Il cherche des sensations douces
Mesdames ? (Ouais ?)
Foutez-le
On bouge (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
On nage (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
On se déhanche (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
On twerke (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Tu veux toucher, pas vrai ? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Viens prendre ce génie dans la bouteille (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Viens le frotter, pas vrai ? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Je le fais (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Je marche comme je parle (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
J'ai tes éperons qui scintillent (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh
Lâche-toi
Fais ce que tu veux, bébé
Bon Dieu
Je veux pas entendre de ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Je t'ai dans mes rêves
Pose tes lèvres sur les miennes et gratte-moi comme une guitare
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tu me fais bouger, mec
Tu me fais ouin, tu sais peut-être ce que tu fais (ooh)
Mets ces petits au lit (ooh)
On a transpiré sur les draps (ooh)
T'es resté éveillé toute la nuit et maintenant tu veux pas partir
Je peux apaiser ta douleur, ouais
Quand je serai partie, tu appelleras mon nom, ouais
Le monde du vent te rend fou, ouais
Ça me donne la foi
Je capte de bonnes vibrations (ooh)
Il me donne des sensations douces (oh)
B-E-Y-I-N-C-É, ya
On va tout déchirer
Du Texas (du Texas)
À Gary (à Gary)
Jusqu'à New York City (New York City)
Donne-moi un bisou
Grand papa, t'es si beau (si beau)
J'ai ces balles dans la bouche, quand je meurs, ne les enlève pas
(J'ai ces balles dans la bouche, quand je meurs, ne les enlève pas) ooh
Bébé, si t'as pas de gruau, dégage du sud
(Si t'as pas de gruau, dégage du sud) mmm
La vie arrive vite, garde ma Bible sur le tableau de bord
Un pistolet sur mon siège juste au cas où je devrais tirer
Je veux juste secouer mon cul (m'amuser)
Ooh
Je veux juste secouer mon cul (m'amuser)
Ooh
On vibre
Et beau gosse
T'es si mignon
Ooh, tu me fais perdre la tête
Mais tu dois garder la foi
Ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
On doit garder la foi
Oh, vote
Oh, wow, wow
Escrita por: The-Dream / Jay-Z / Cadenza / Mike Love / Lee Hazlewood / Giift / Harry Edwards / Brian Wilson / Arlo Parks / Beyoncé