Текст песни YIPPEE-KI-YAY. (feat. T-Pain) [A. G. Cook Remix] - Kesha

Bitch, oh
I just got a brand-new car
Vroom, vroom
Yee-haw

The whisky spilled, it's already gone
That dress you bought, go on and put it on
To waste tonight would be criminal
Put my record on (sing it)
It rained all year, but it's clearing up
I'm flying high, it's a miracle
I'm drinking spirits, I'm spiritual
Good goddamn, yee-haw

Ooh, that's what I like
I'm feeling loose, I'm feeling light
I'm hella smooth like Miller Lite
I got the moves, I'm everybody's type (Hey!)

Bitch, I just got a brand-new car
Hose me down at the trailer park
We lit up like a bonfire
Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
Bitch, I just got a brand-new start
Call thе cops, baby, kumbaya
We lit up like a bonfire
Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

There's a two-for-one at the Dollar Tree
Double cupping straight gasoline
Look around, the only ten I see
Is this barefoot baddie from Tennessee
Gonna two-step stomp down a cowboy's street
Music good and the liquor is cheap
Pretty thing in these tight blue jeans
Good goddamn, yeehaw

Ooh, pass me the mic
I'm singing karaoke out of time
I'm out of tune, I'm out of line
So, pay my bail if I go to jail tonight

Bitch, I just got a brand-new car
Hose me down at the trailer park
We lit up like a bonfire
Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
Bitch, I just got a brand-new start
Call the cops, baby, kumbaya
We lit up like a bonfire
Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yay
Ooh-ooh

I just pulled up in a brand new one (brand new one)
Bartender, pour me up some damn fluid (damn fluid)
I just wanna see a pretty girl dancing to it (dancing to it)
Drinks on me just 'cause I can do it
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
There's a party going on in my car (yeah-yeah)
No gas, I still end up at the bar (yeah-yeah)
I spit shine the ornament
Kesha (Kesha), your dolla' sign fine, I want more of it

Regular girls can't handle my world, I get bored of it
Don't order it if you don't want to get into all sorts of shit
Park that booty next to this
It's evident you don't know that I'm heaven-sent
Edison couldn't get this lit, I'm flexing in this (hey!)

Bitch (bitch), I just got a brand-new car
Hoes meet down at the trailer park
We lit up like a bonfire
Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
Bitch (bitch), I just got a brand-new start
Call the cops, baby, kumbaya
We lit up like a bonfire (bonfire)
Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Put your hands up in the sky
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Put your hands up in the sky
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya