yoga (feat. Rebecca Black)

Song: yoga (Explicit)

Artist: bbno$

Lyrics: 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