YIPPEE-KI-YAY.

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Bitch, I just got a brand new car
hmm hmm, vroom vroom Yeehaw

The whiskey 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 feelin’ loose, I’m feelin’ light

I’m hella smooth like Millet Lite
I got the moves, I’m everybody’s type (Hey)

Bitch, I just got a brand new car
Holds me down at the trailer park

We lit up like a bonfire
Singin’, “Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya”

Bitch, I just got a brand nеw start
Call the cops, baby, kumbaya

We lit up like a bonfirе
Singin’, “Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya”

Ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya

Pull pull ooohh
I just pulled up in a brand new in

Bartender pour me up some damn fluid
I just wanna see a pretty girl dancing to it (to it)

Drinks on me just cause I can’t 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 catcher
(catcher) your dollar 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 wanna 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 bitch

Bitch, I just got a brand new car
Holds me down at the trailer park

We lit up like a bonfire
Singin’, “Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya”

Bitch, I just got a brand nеw start
Call the cops, baby, kumbaya

We lit up like a bonfirе
Singin’, “Yippee-ki-yay, 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
(Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

There’s a two-for-one at the Dollar Tree
Double cup of 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 this tight blue jeans
Good goddamn, yee-haw

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 bill if I go to jail tonight (Hey)

Bitch, I just got a brand new car
Hose me down at the trailer park

We lit up like a bonfire
Singin’, “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
Singin’, “Yippee-ki-yay, 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-yay, 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-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya