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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, pleaseWe wanna welcome youto the Beyoncé Cowboy Carter: Act II, ahAnd a rodeo chitlin circuitWe gon' make it do what it do, ya-yaPut them hands togetherWe clappin'We drummin' (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)My family live and died in America, hmGood ol' USA, shit (Good ol' USA)Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huhHistory can't be erased, oohYou lookin' for a new America? (America)Are you tired, workin' timeand a half for half the pay? (Woo-hoo)Ya-ya (Half the pay, oh-oh)I just pray that we don't crashKeep my Bible on the dashWe gotta keep the faithWildfire burnt his house downInsurance ain't gon' pay no Fannie Mae, shitSo hold this holster, pour mo' liquor, pleaseHard workin' man ain't got no money in the bankHuh, the ya-yaTurn up the vinyl and the radio (Radio)He can't watch the news nowadays (Nowadays)Oh, I just pray that he don't crashkeep his pistol on the dashHe gotta keep the faithShe's pickin' up good vibrationsHe's lookin' for sweet sensationsLadies? (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 a bottleCome rub it, won't you?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'Let looseDo what you do, baby, Good GodI don't wanna hear no ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yaI got you daydreamin'Put your lips on my lipsAnd strum me like a guitarLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, you got me movin', boyYou 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 nightAnd now you don't wanna leaveI can soothe your pain, yeahWhen I'm long gone, you'll call my name, yeahWorld of Wind got you insane, yeahIt's givin' me the faithI'm pickin' up good vibrations, oohHe's givin' me sweet sensations, ohB-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ya (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 kissBig daddy, you so pretty (So pretty)Got these slugs in my mouthwhen I die, don't take 'em out(Got these slugs in my mouthwhen I die, don't take 'em out) OohBaby, if you ain't got no gritsget the fuck up out the South(If you ain't got no gritsget the fuck up out the South) MmhLife is comin' at me fastKeep my Bible on the dashHis pistol in my seat, just in case I gotta blastI just wanna shake my ass (Have a blast), oohI just wanna shake my ass (Have a blast)ooh (We vibratin')And lover boy, you're so fineOoh, you got me losin' my mindBut you gotta keep the faithWe gotta keep the faithAh, voteAh, oh, woah-oh
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