YIPPEE-KI-YAY. (feat. T-Pain) - A. G. Cook Remix

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