Kesha - Yippee-Ki-Yay

Intro: Kesha
Bitch, oh
I just got a brand new car
Vroom vroom
Yee-haw

Verse 1: Kesha
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, yeehaw

Pre-Chorus: Kesha
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)

Chorus: Kesha, T-Pain & Both
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 (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

Post-Chorus: Kesha & T-Pain, Kesha, T-Pain
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yеah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yеah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yippee-ki-yay
Boom-boom
Ooh-ooh

Verse 2: T-Pain & Kesha
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)
You're 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)

Chorus: Kesha, T-Pain & Both
Bitch (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 (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
Post-Chorus: Kesha & T-Pain, Kesha, T-Pain
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Put your hands up in the sky-y-y (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Verse 3: Kesha, T-Pain & Both
It's a two-for-one at the dollar tree (Dollar tree)
Double cup and straight gasoline (Gasoline)
Look around and the only ten I see
Is this 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 his tight blue jeans
Good God, damn, yee-haw

Pre-Chorus: Kesha & T-Pain
Ooh (Ooh-ooh), pass me the mic (Pass me the mic)
I'm singin' 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 (Ooh-ayy)

Chorus: Kesha, T-Pain & Both
Bitch, I just got a brand new car
Hose me down at the trailer park
We (We) be lit 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 (We) lit up like a bonfire
Singin' yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya
Post-Chorus: Kesha & T-Pain, Kesha, T-Pain
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Put your hands up in the sky-y-y (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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-y-y (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya