Lyrics and translation Beyoncé - YA YA

YA YA

Hello, girls (hello, Beyoncé)
Hello, fellas (you're pretty swell)
Those petty ones can't (hey) 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 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-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 live and died in America, hm
Good ol' USA (good ol' USA)
Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh
History can't be erased, ooh-ooh
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
So hold this holster, pour mo' liquor, please
Hard-workin' 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), 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? (Yeah?) Hey
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? (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? 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 you 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 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-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 - out the South
(If you ain't got no grits, get the - out the South) mhm
Life is comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash
His pistol in my seat, just in case I gotta blast

I just wanna shake my - (have a blast)
Ooh
I just wanna shake my - (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 (hey, ooh)

Oh, oh-oh (ooh)
We gotta keep the faith (ooh)
(Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ooh)
Ah, vote
Ah, oh, whoa-oh

YA YA

Salut les filles (salut Beyoncé)
Salut les gars (vous êtes plutôt chouettes)
Ceux qui sont mesquins ne peuvent pas (hey) me suivre (pourquoi ?)
Parce que je suis une fille intelligente, on assure
(S'il vous plaît) Toms, s'il vous plaît
Nous voulons vous accueillir au Beyoncé "Cowboy Carter : Acte II," ah
Et un circuit de chitlins de rodéo, on va le faire faire ce qu'il doit faire, ya-ya
Mettez ces mains ensemble

On applaudit
On joue du tambour
(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-O-N-C-E, ya

Ma famille a vécu et est morte en Amérique, hm
Bonne vieille Amérique (bonne vieille Amérique)
Beaucoup de rouge dans ce blanc et bleu, hein
L'histoire ne peut pas être effacée, ooh-ooh
Tu cherches une nouvelle Amérique ? (Amérique)
T'en as marre de travailler des heures supplémentaires pour la moitié du salaire ?
(La moitié du salaire) ooh, ya-ya
Je prie juste pour qu'on ne se plante pas, je 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
Alors tiens cet étui, sers-moi plus d'alcool, s'il te plaît
Un homme qui travaille dur n'a pas d'argent à la banque, hein, le ya-ya
Allume le vinyle et la radio (radio)
Il ne peut pas regarder les nouvelles de nos jours (de nos jours), oh
Je prie juste pour qu'il ne se plante pas, il garde son pistolet sur le tableau de bord
Il doit garder la foi

Elle capte de bonnes vibrations
Il cherche des sensations douces

Mesdames ? (Ouais ?) Hey
On se secoue (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 trémousse (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 le toucher, n'est-ce pas ? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Viens chercher ce génie dans une bouteille (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Viens le frotter, veux-tu ? Je le fais vibrer (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya)
Je le marche comme je le parle (hoo), j'ai fait jaillir tes éperons
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ah

Lâche prise
Fais ce que tu as à faire, bébé, bon Dieu
Je ne veux pas entendre de "Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya"
Je te fais rêver, mets tes lèvres sur mes lèvres
Et fais-moi vibrer comme une guitare, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tu me fais bouger, chéri, tu me fais "ooh-in'"
Tu sais peut-être ce que tu fais (ooh)

Mets ces bébés au lit (ooh-ooh)
On fait transpirer les draps (ooh)
Je t'ai réveillé toute la nuit et maintenant
Tu ne veux pas partir
Je peux apaiser ta douleur, ouais
Quand je serai loin, tu crieras mon nom, ouais
Le monde du vent t'a rendu fou, ouais
Ça me donne la foi

Je capte de bonnes vibrations (ooh)
Il me procure de douces sensations (oh)

B-E-Y-O-N-C-E, ah (accroupissez-vous)
On va tout casser (ya-ya)
Du Texas (du Texas), à Gary (à Gary)
Jusqu'à New York City (New York City)
Embrasse-moi, grand papa, tu es si beau (si beau)

J'ai ces balles dans la bouche, quand je mourrai, ne les enlevez pas
(J'ai ces balles dans la bouche, quand je mourrai, ne les enlevez pas) ooh
Bébé, si t'as pas de cran, dégage du Sud
(Si t'as pas de cran, dégage du Sud) mhm
La vie me fonce dessus, je garde ma Bible sur le tableau de bord
Son pistolet sur mon siège, au cas où je devrais tirer

Je veux juste me secouer le - (m'éclater)
Ooh
Je veux juste me secouer le - (m'éclater)
Ooh (on vibre)

Et amoureux (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya)
Tu es si beau (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya)
Ooh, tu me fais perdre la tête (ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya, oh, ya)
Mais vous devez tous garder la foi (hey, ooh)

Oh, oh-oh (ooh)
On doit garder la foi (ooh)
(Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ooh)
Ah, votez
Ah, oh, whoa-oh