Lyrics yoga (feat. Rebecca Black) - Rebecca Black , bbno$

I just woke up
4 a.m. and this girl I love′s texting me
What the fuck bro?
Go

Do a little yoga, do a little dance
Baby come over, leave your mans
Straight to the sofa, bad romance
Baby can't wife her, ain′t no chance
Ain't no chance, yeah there ain't no chance
Got about a hunnid bands in fresh pants
Always eat leftovers, nothin′ too fancy
Labels tryna buy me, pfft no chance

(Uh) why the hell I buy her shit? I dunno
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 betcha
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 her, ain′t no chance
Ain't no chance, yeah there ain′t no chance
Got about a hunnid bands in fresh pants
Always eat leftovers, nothin' too fancy
Labels tryna buy me, pfft 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, gimme more

Never thought we'd end up like this
From the backseat to the 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 her, ain't no chance
Ain′t no chance, yeah there ain't no chance
Got about a hunnid bands in fresh pants
Always eat leftovers, nothin' too fancy
Labels tryna buy me, pfft 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

(Yeah, there ain′t no chance bitch)
(There ain't no chance, you ain′t gon' listen to this shit, bitch)
(Sh-krt, it′s on the radio, and still swearing to fuck)