bbno$ and Rebecca Black - yoga
And I just woke up4 A.M. and this girl's already texting me
What the fuck, bruh?
Here we go
Do a little yoga, do a little dance
Baby, come over, leave your mans
Straight to the sofa, bad romance
bb 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 to fance (uh-huh)
Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance
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 doll
Fly to the future, we can go on a bender
Up all night, getting lucky, yeah, you betcha
Catch 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 G4
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
bb 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 to fance (uh-huh)
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 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 backseat to back of my crib
If you're nervous put your hands on my hips
Yeah, that's nice, I, oh
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)
Do a little yoga, do a little dance
Baby, come over, leave your mans
Straight to the sofa, bad romance
bb 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 to fance (uh-huh)
Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance (uh-huh)
Yeah, yeah, there ain't no chance (ain't no chance)
Uh, yeah, there ain't no chance (ain't no chance)
Uh, 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 (uh-huh)
Uh, yeah, there ain't no chance (uh-huh)
Uh, 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
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? Haha
Written by:
Alexander Gumuchian, Christan Dold, Rebecca Black
Publisher:
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