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yoga Lyrics by bbno$ Ft. Rebecca Black, from the album “eat ya veggies“, music has been produced by Diamond Pistols, and yoga song lyrics are penned down by Diamond Pistols, Rebecca Black & ​bbno$.

yoga Lyrics

And I just woke up
4 AM 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 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, 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

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 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)

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

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 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)

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 f*ck, ha-ha


SONG INFO:

Song: yoga
Artist: bbno$ Ft. Rebecca Black
Album: eat ya veggies (2021)
Music: Diamond Pistols
Lyrics: Diamond Pistols, Rebecca Black & ​bbno$



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