Yeehaw Lyrics – Filmore, Pitbull

Read the full Yeehaw lyrics by Filmore and Pitbull from the album Atypical along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Filmore’s music, you can also explore Drink Alone, another song by Filmore.

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide, E-L-1
FILMORE, let’s ride

[Chorus: FILMORE]
She got that yee-haw, shallow gator skin on them boots
Some short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shaking them loose
She got that yee-haw, looking at me like I’m a boss
S*xy twang in the talk, she ain’t bucking me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, ’cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, going 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

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
I got this on lock ’cause I’m really from the bottom
And bad girls, we get ’em, bad girls, we got ’em
She won’t leave early, I said, “Are you Cinderella?”
She said, “No, I wanna cut, I’m single cutting-rella.”
I like how you think, I like who you are
I like what you say, baby, you going hard
From the home of the strip clubs
She going to see it all
Now put that thong to the side and let me see that yee-haw

[Chorus: FILMORE]
She got that yee-haw, shallow gator skin on them boots
Some short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shaking them loose
She got that yee-haw, looking at me like I’m a boss
S*xy twang in the talk, she ain’t bucking me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, ’cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, going 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

[Verse 2: FILMORE]
(Yuh, let’s go) Country singerita, sipping margaritas
Turning me on like a rodeo
‘Cause thirty-fives down the causeway
Straight off to Broadway
Something ride out of the radio
Round and round and round, shooting them down
Like some sick shooter smoke off a gun
A Man in Black, Johnny Cash and I’m looking for my June
And baby, I think it’s you (Woo)

[Chorus: FILMORE]
She got that yee-haw, shallow gator skin on them boots
Some short, torn Daisy Dukes, shake, shaking them loose
She got that yee-haw, looking at me like I’m a boss
S*xy twang in the talk, she ain’t bucking me off
She got that yee-haw, saddle up, ’cause she wanna ride
BNA to MIA, going South tonight
She got that yee-haw and the next thing I knew
She brought a friend, it was me plus two
Oh no