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 you do what they do, ya-ya Put them hands together
We clappin' We drummin' (Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya) oh Oh, 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) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ya
My family lived and died in America, hm Good ol' USA (good ol' USA), shit Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh History can't be erased, ooh-ooh Are you lookin' for a new America? (America) Are you tired workin' time and a half for half the pay? (Half the pay) ooh, 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 his holster, pour more liquor, please Hard-working 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), no I just pray that he don't crash, keep this pistol on the dash He 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 you? Come get this genie in the bottle (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya) Come rub it, won't ya? I pop it (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) I walk it like I talk it (hoo), I got your spurs sparkin' Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ah
Let loose Do what ya do, baby, 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' (ooh)
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 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 (get down) 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)
I got these slugs in my mouth, when I die, don't take them out (Got these slugs in my mouth, when I die, don't take them 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) hm Life is comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash 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 (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya) You're so fine (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya) Ooh, you got me losin' my mind (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya, oh, ya) But you all gotta keep the faith (ooh, ooh-ooh)
