Lyrics and translation Beyoncé - YA YA

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 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 off 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)

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

YA YA

Salut les filles (salut, Beyoncé)
Salut les mecs (vous êtes plutôt sympas)
Ces petites choses ne peuvent pas me baiser (pourquoi ?)
Parce que je suis une fille intelligente, on claque des doigts
(S'il vous plaît) toms, s'il vous plaît
Nous voulons vous souhaiter la bienvenue au Beyoncé "Cowboy Carter : Acte II", ah
Dans un circuit chitlin de rodéo, on va vous faire faire ce qu'ils font, ya-ya
Mettez ces mains ensemble

On applaudit
On tambourine
(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

Ma famille a vécu et est morte en Amérique, hm
Bonne vieille Amérique (bonne vieille Amérique), merde
Beaucoup de rouge dans ce blanc et ce bleu, hein
L'histoire ne peut pas être effacée, ooh-ooh
Tu cherches une nouvelle Amérique ? (Amérique)
Tu 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, garde ma Bible sur le tableau de bord
On doit garder la foi

Un feu de forêt a brûlé sa maison
L'assurance ne va pas payer Fannie Mae, merde
Alors tiens son étui, sers plus d'alcool, s'il te plaît
Un homme qui travaille dur n'a pas d'argent à la banque, hein, le ya-ya
Éteins le vinyle et la radio (radio)
Il ne peut pas regarder les infos de nos jours (de nos jours), non
Je prie juste pour qu'il ne se plante pas, garde ce pistolet sur le tableau de bord
Il doit garder la foi

Elle capte de bonnes vibrations
Il cherche des sensations douces

Mesdames ? (Ouais ?)
On s'en fout
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 branle (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 ?
Viens chercher ce génie dans la bouteille (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 pétiller tes éperons
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ah

Lâche-toi
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 gratte-moi comme une guitare, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tu me fais bouger, mon garçon, 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 fait monter toute la nuit et maintenant
Tu ne veux pas partir
Je peux apaiser ta douleur, ouais
Quand je serai partie depuis longtemps, tu appelleras mon nom, ouais
Le monde du vent t'a excité
Ça me donne la foi

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

B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ah (accroupis-toi)
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 enlève pas
(J'ai ces balles dans la bouche, quand je mourrai, ne les enlève pas) ooh
Bébé, si tu n'as pas de gruau, fous le camp du Sud
(Si tu n'as pas de gruau, fous le camp du Sud) hm
La vie me frappe vite, garde ma Bible sur le tableau de bord
Ce pistolet sur mon siège juste au cas où je devrais tirer

Je veux juste remuer mon cul (m'éclater)
Ooh
Je veux juste remuer mon cul (m'éclater)
Ooh, on vibre
Et mon amant (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 (ooh, ooh-ooh)

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
On doit garder la foi (uh-huh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Uh-huh, ooh, uh-huh, ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, uh-huh)
Ah, vote (uh-huh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Ah, oh, whoa-oh (uh-huh, ooh, ooh-ooh)