"Yeehaw" lyrics
Filmore & Pitbull Lyrics
Mr. Worldwide, EL1
FILMORE, let's ride
She got that yee-haw, shined up Gator skin on them boots
Them short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shakin' them loose
She got that yee-haw, lookin' at me like I'm a boss
Sexy twang in the talk, she ain't buckin' me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, 'cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, goin' South tonight
She got that yee-haw, and the next thing I knew
She brought a friend, it was me plus two (Oh no)
I'm on the yee-haw
I got this on lock 'cause I'm really from the bottom
And bad girls, we get 'em, bad girls, we got 'em
She wanna leave early, I said, "Are you Cinderella?"
She said, "No, I wanna cut, I'm cinder-cuttin'-rella."
I like how you think (think), I like who you are (are)
I like what you say, baby, you goin' hard (hard)
From the home of the strip clubs
This chico done seen it all
Now put that thong to the side and let me see that yee-haw
She got that yee-haw, shined up Gator skin on them boots
Them short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shakin' them loose
She got that yee-haw, lookin' at me like I'm a boss
Sexy twang in the talk, she ain't buckin' me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, 'cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, goin' South tonight
She got that yee-haw, and the next thing I knew
She brought a friend, it was me plus two (Oh no)
I'm on the yee-haw
(Yuh, let's go) Country singerita, sippin' margaritas
Turnin' me on like a rodeo
'Cause thirty-fives down the causeway
Straight off of Broadway
Somethin' ride out of the radio
Round and round and round, shootin' them down
Like some six shooter smoke off a gun
I'm Man in Black, Johnny Cash, out lookin' for my June
And baby, I think it's you (Woo)
She got that yee-haw, shined up Gator skin on them boots
Them short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shakin' them loose
She got that yee-haw, lookin' at me like I'm a boss
Sexy twang in the talk, she ain't buckin' me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, 'cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, goin' South tonight
She got that yee-haw, and the next thing I knew
She brought a friend, it was me plus two
Oh no
FILMORE, let's ride
She got that yee-haw, shined up Gator skin on them boots
Them short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shakin' them loose
She got that yee-haw, lookin' at me like I'm a boss
Sexy twang in the talk, she ain't buckin' me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, 'cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, goin' South tonight
She got that yee-haw, and the next thing I knew
She brought a friend, it was me plus two (Oh no)
I'm on the yee-haw
I got this on lock 'cause I'm really from the bottom
And bad girls, we get 'em, bad girls, we got 'em
She wanna leave early, I said, "Are you Cinderella?"
She said, "No, I wanna cut, I'm cinder-cuttin'-rella."
I like how you think (think), I like who you are (are)
I like what you say, baby, you goin' hard (hard)
From the home of the strip clubs
This chico done seen it all
Now put that thong to the side and let me see that yee-haw
She got that yee-haw, shined up Gator skin on them boots
Them short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shakin' them loose
She got that yee-haw, lookin' at me like I'm a boss
Sexy twang in the talk, she ain't buckin' me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, 'cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, goin' South tonight
She got that yee-haw, and the next thing I knew
She brought a friend, it was me plus two (Oh no)
I'm on the yee-haw
(Yuh, let's go) Country singerita, sippin' margaritas
Turnin' me on like a rodeo
'Cause thirty-fives down the causeway
Straight off of Broadway
Somethin' ride out of the radio
Round and round and round, shootin' them down
Like some six shooter smoke off a gun
I'm Man in Black, Johnny Cash, out lookin' for my June
And baby, I think it's you (Woo)
She got that yee-haw, shined up Gator skin on them boots
Them short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shakin' them loose
She got that yee-haw, lookin' at me like I'm a boss
Sexy twang in the talk, she ain't buckin' me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, 'cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, goin' South tonight
She got that yee-haw, and the next thing I knew
She brought a friend, it was me plus two
Oh no
Writer(s): Armando Christian Perez, Jose Carlos Garcia Jr., Mauro Silvino Bertran, Justin Allen Ebach, Tyler Filmore, Elijah Perez
