bbno$ & Rebecca Black – yoga Lyrics

bbno$ yoga Lyrics, yoga Lyrics by bbno$ & Rebecca Black

Do a little yoga, do a little dance
Baby come over, leave your mans
Straight to the sofa, bad romance
Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
Always eat leftovers, not to fance
Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance

(Uh) Why the hell I buy her shit? I don’t know
Let her spend the money, get my expense up
She wanna be a Barbie girl, I’m a Kenda’
Fly to the future, we can go on a benda’
Up all night, getting lucky yeah you bet-cha
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

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

Do a little yoga, do a little dance
Baby come over, leave your mans
Straight to the sofa, bad romance
Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
Always eat leftovers, not to fance
Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance

Come on over, baby, and I’ll show you how I get down
It’ll be your lil’ secret, you don’t have 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 backseat to back of my crib
If you’re nervous put your hands on my hips
Yeah, that’s nice

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

Do a little yoga, do a little dance
Baby come over, leave your mans
Straight to the sofa, bad romance
Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
Always eat leftovers, not to fance
Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance

Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain’t no chance)
Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain’t no chance)
Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain’t no chance)
Ain’t no chance, yeah, there ain’t no chance
Yeah, there ain’t no chance, bitch
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

Any times before-fore
I remember times on the dance floor
I remember times when you’d go
Now I’m happy alone
She stole my heart
I can’t believe I fell for her tricks
I can’t believe I passed on my life
I can’t believe that times were like, oh-oh-oh
So good