yoga

Lyrics

[Intro: bbno$] And I just woke up 4 AM and this girl's already texting me What the fuck, bruh? Here we go [Chorus: ​bbno$] Do a little yoga, do a little dance Baby, come over, leave yo' mans Straight to the sofa, bad romance Baby can't wife her, ain't no chance (Uh-huh) (Ain't no chance) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants (Uh-huh) Always eat leftovers, not too fance (Uh-huh) Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance [Verse 1: ​bbno$] Uh, why the hell I buy her shit? I don't know, uh Let her spend the money, get my expense up She wanna be a Barbie girl, I'm a Ken, duh Fly to the future, we can go on a bender Up all night, getting lucky, yeah, you betcha Etch up two Hondas and a Tesla, extra Up on a Friday, that's the agenda Bitch, we getting down like Rebecca Fuck Spirit, I ride G FO Dumb lyrics, I'm dumb rich, though You a critic? I'm Fantano Shit a couple hits out, bitch, no Pepto [Pre-Chorus: ​bbno$] Only got one ball, but my arm strong Take a flight, yeah, quick down to Hong Kong Made that money wide, now that shit long I'm always right, ain't no chance I'm wrong [Chorus: ​bbno$ & Rebecca Black] Do a little yoga, do a little dance Baby, come over, leave yo' mans Straight to the sofa, bad romance Baby can't wife her, ain't no chance (Uh-huh) (Ain't no chance) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants (Oh, oh-oh-oh, uh-huh) Always eat leftovers, not too fance (Uh-huh) Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance (Oh, oh, oh, oh) [Verse 2: Rebecca Black] Come on over, baby, and I'll show you how I get down It'll be your little secret you don't have to talk about So close the door, yeah, meet me down on the floor She got me screaming, uh, Britney, give me more Never thought we'd end up like this From the back seat to the back of my crib If you're nervous, put your hand on my hips Yeah, that's nice, I–, oh [Pre-Chorus: ​bbno$] Only got one ball, but my arm strong Take a flight, yeah, quick down to Hong Kong Made that money wide, now that shit long I'm always right, ain't no chance I'm wrong (Oh) [Chorus: ​bbno$ & Rebecca Black] Do a little yoga, do a little dance Baby, come over, leave yo' mans Straight to the sofa, bad romance Baby can't wife her, ain't no chance (Uh-huh) (Ain't no chance) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants (Uh-huh) Always eat leftovers, not too fance (Uh-huh) Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance (Uh-huh) [Outro: bbno$ & Rebecca Black] Yeah, yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) (Ain't no chance) Uh, yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) (Ain't no chance, ain't no chance) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) (Ain't no chance, ain't no chance) Ain't no chance, yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh) Yeah, there ain't no chance, bitch (Uh-huh) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) Ain't no chance, yeah, there ain't no chance, bitch Yeah, there ain't no chance There ain't no chance you ain't gon' listen to this shit, bitch Skrrt, it's on the radio and I'm still swearing, the fuck, ha-ha