kesha & T-Pain YIPPEE-KI-YAY -

Here’s the text without timestamps and numbers: 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