YIPPEE-KI-YAY. (feat. T-Pain)歌词

作词 : Kesha Sebert/Brittany "Chi" Coney/Denisia "Blu June" Andrews/Faheem Najm
作曲 : Kesha Sebert/Brittany "Chi" Coney/Denisia "Blu June" Andrews/Faheem Najm
制作人 : Pink Slip/Nova Wav
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 and 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-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
Bitch, I just got a brand new start (Bitch, got a brand new start)
Call the cops, baby, kumbaya
We lit up like a bonfire (Bonfire)
Singing yippee-ki-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya (Yippee-ki-ya-ya, ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Ya, ya, ya)
Yippee-ki-kay
Boop, boop
Ooh-ooh
I just pulled up in a brand new one
Bartender, pour me up some damn fluid
I just wanna see a pretty girl dancing to it
Drinks on me just 'cause I can do it
Ya-ya
There's a party going on in my car
No gas, I still end up at the bar
I spit shine the ornament
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, I just got a brand new car (Bitch)
Hose me down at the trailer park
We lit up like a bonfire
Singing yippee-ki-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
Bitch, I just got a brand new start (Bitch, got a brand new start)
Call the cops, baby, kumbaya
We lit up like a bonfire (Bonfire)
Singing yippee-ki-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya (Yippee-ki-ya-ya, ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya
Put your hands up in the sky, ya-ya
Yippee-ki-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
There's a two for one at the Dollar Tree (Dollar Tree)
Double cup of straight gasoline (Gasoline)
Look around, the only 10 I see
Is this barefoot baddie from Tennessee (Barefoot baddie from Tennessee)
Gonna two step stomp down a cowboy's street (Two step)
Music good and the liquor is cheap (Yeah)
Pretty thing in these tight blue jeans
Good goddamn yee-haw
Ooh, pass me the mic (Ooh, ooh, pass me the mic)
I'm singing karaoke out of time (Time)
I'm out of tune (Tune)
I'm out of line (Line)
So pay my bail if I go to jail tonight (Oh, hey)
Bitch, I just got a brand new car
Hose me down at the trailer park
We lit up like a bonfire (We, bonfire)
Singing yippee-ki-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
Bitch, I just got a brand new start (Bitch, I just got a brand new start)
Call the cops, baby, kumbaya
We lit up like a bonfire (We lit up like a bonfire)
Singing yippee-ki-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya)
Ya-ya
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya
Put your hands up in the sky, ya-ya
Yippee-ki-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya (Ya-ya)
Ya-ya
Put your hands up in the sky, ya-ya
Yippee-ki-kay, yippee-ki-ya-ya