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Beyonce - YA YA

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Intro : F# ..
F#
hello, girls.. (hello, beyoncé)
F#
hello, fellas.. (you're pretty swell)
F#
those petty ones can't fuck with me (why?)
cause i'm a clever girl..
F#
we snappin' (pretty please)
F#
toms, please..
we wanna welcome you
to the beyoncé cowboy carter : act II, ah
F#
and a rodeo chitlin circuit
we gon' make it do what it do, ya ya
put them hands together
F#
we clappin', we drummin'
F#
(ya ya yayaya yaya ya yayaya)
E F#
ooh.. oh yayaya
(oh ya yayayaya yaya yayayaya)
E F# E
ooh.. yayayaya yayayaya yaya
(oh ya yayayaya yaya yayayaya)
F#
yayayaya.. (yaya)
E
b-e-y-i-n-c-e, ya
Int. F# E F#
E F#
my family lived and died in america.. hm
E F#
good ole usa.. (good ole usa) shit
E F#
whole lotta red in that white and blue.. huh
E F#
history can't be erased.. uuuh..
E F#
are you lookin' for a new america..? (america)
E
are you tired, workin' time
F# E
and a half for half the pay..? yaya
(half the pay, uhuh)
F#
i just pray that we don't crash,
E
keep my bible on the dash..
F# E
we gotta keep the faith..
F#
wildfire burnt his house down..
E F#
insurance ain't gon' pay no fannie mae.. shit
E F#
so hold this holster, pour mo' liquor, please..
E F#
hard workin' man ain't got no money in the bank
E
huh, the yaya
F#
turn up the vinyl and the radio.. (radio)
E F#
he can't watch the news nowadays.. (nowadays)
E F#
ouh.. i just pray that he don't crash..
E
keep his pistol on the dash..
( F# )
he gotta keep the faith..
F#
she's pickin' up good vibrations..
F#
he's lookin' for sweet sensations..
F#
ladies? (yeah?) fuck it, we shakin'
F# E
(ya ya yayaya yaya ya yayaya)
F# E
we swimmin' (oh ya yayayaya yaya yayayaya)
B E
we jerkin' (oh ya yayayaya yaya yayayaya)
F#
we twerkin' (oh ya yayayaya yaya yayayaya)
E
you wanna touch it, don't you? (oh ya yayayaya)
C#
come get this genie in a bottle (yaya yayayaya)
B
come rub it, won't you? (oh ya yayayaya)
i pop it (yaya yayayaya)
F#
i walk it like i talk it
E
i got your spurs sparkin'
F#
yayayayaya ooh..
F#
let loose..
F#
do what you do baby.. good God
F# E
i don't wanna hear no yayayayayayayaya
F#
i got you daydreamin'
put your lips on my lips
E
and strum me like a guitar
F# E F#
lalalalalalalala, you got me movin' boy
you got me uh in',
E
you might know what you're doin'.. (uuuh)
F# E
put them babies to bed.. (uuh)
F#
we sweat out the sheets.. (uuh)
E
got you up all night
F#
and now you don't wanna leave..
E F#
i can soothe your pain.. yeah..
E F#
when i'm long gone you'll call my name.. yeah..
E
world of wind got you insane.. yeah..
( F# )
it's givin' me the faith..
F#
i'm pickin' up good vibrations.. uuuh..
F#
he's givin' me sweet sensations.. oooh..
F# E
b-e-y-i-n-c-e, ya
F# E
we gon' bust it down..
F# E
from texas (from texas) to gary (to gary)
F# E
all the way down.. to new york city..
(new york city)
F#
give me a kiss
E
big daddy, you so pretty.. (so pretty)
F#
got these slugs in my mouth,
E
when i'm done, i'll take 'em out
F#
(got these slugs in my mouth,
E
when i'm done, i'll take 'em out)
F#
baby, if you ain't got no grits,
E
get the fuck up out the south
F#
(if you ain't got no grits,
E
get the fuck up out the south)
F#
life is comin' at me fast,
E
keep my bible on the dash..
F#
this pistol in my seat
E
just in case i gotta blast..
F#
i just wanna shake my ass.. (have a blast)
uuuh..
F# E F#
i just wanna shake my ass.. (have a blast)
E
uuuh.. we vibratin'
F# E F# E
and lover boy, you're so fine.. uh..
F#
you got me losin' my mind..
( F# )
but you, i gotta keep the faith..
Outro : F# E F# E F# E
o.. oo oooo oooh..
F# E F#
we gotta keep the faith..
F# E F# E F# E
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