Lyrics
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' Toms, please (Pretty please) We wanna welcome you To the Beyoncé "Cowboy Carter Act II", ah And 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-ya) Ya-ya, 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-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, huh Good ole USA, shit (Good ole USA) Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh 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? Ya-ya (Half the pay) 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 a bank, ha, 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 his pistol on the dash He gotta keep the faith She's pickin' up good vibrations He's lookin' for sweet sensations Ladies, fuck it (Yeah?) We shakin', we swimmin' We jerkin', we twerkin' You wanna touch it, don't ya? Come get this genie in a bottle, come rub it, won't ya? I pop it, I walk it like I talk it I got your spurs sparkin' Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ah, 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 ooh-in' You might know what you're doin' Put them babies to bed, we sweat out the sheets 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 He's givin' me sweet sensations B-E-Y-I-N-C-É, ya We gon' bus it down from Texas to Gary (From Texas to Gary) All the way down to New York City (New York City) And give me 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 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 coming 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, we vibratin' And lover boy, you're so fine, ooh You got me losin' my mind But you, I gotta keep the faith Oh, we gotta keep the faith Ah, vote! Ah-oh, whoa
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