Rebecca Black - Yoga lyrics
[Intro: bbno$] And I just woke up 4 AM and this girl's already texting me What the fu*k, bruh? Here we go [Chorus: bbno$] 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 to fance (Uh-huh) Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance [Verse 1: bbno$] Uh, why the hell I buy her sh*t? I don't know, uh Let her spend the money, get my expense up She wanna be a Barbie girl, I'm a Kenda' Fly to the future, we can go on a bender Up all night, getting lucky, yeah, you betcha Etch up two Hondas and a Tesla, extra Up on a Friday, that's the agenda b*tch, we getting down like Rebecca fu*k Spirit, I ride G FO Dumb lyrics, I'm dumb rich, though You a critic? I'm Fantano sh*t a couple hits out, b*tch, no Pepto [Pre-Chorus: bbno$] Only got one ball, but my arm strong Take a flight, yeah, quick down to Hong Kong Made that money wide, now that sh*t long I'm always right, ain't no chance I'm wrong [Chorus: bbno$] Do a little yoga, do a little dance Baby, come over, leave yo' mans Straight to the sofa, bad romance Baby, can't wife her, ain't no chance (Uh-huh) (Ain't no chance) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants (Oh, oh-oh-oh, uh-huh) Always eat leftovers, not to fance (Uh-huh) Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance (Oh, oh, oh, oh) [Verse 2: Rebecca Black] Come on over, baby, and I'll show you how I get down It'll be your little secret you don't have talk about So close the door, yeah, meet me down on the floor She got me screaming, uh, Britney, give me more Never thought we'd end up like this From the backseat to the back of my crib If you're nervous put your hand on my hips Yeah, that's nice, I–, oh [Pre-Chorus: bbno$] Only got one ball, but my arm strong Take a flight, yeah, quick down to Hong Kong Made that money wide, now that sh*t long I'm always right, ain't no chance I'm wrong (Oh) [Chorus: bbno$, with Rebecca Black] Do a little yoga, do a little dance Baby, come over, leave yo' mans Straight to the sofa, bad romance Baby, can't wife her, ain't no chance (Uh-huh) (Ain't no chance) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh) Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants (Uh-huh) Always eat leftovers, not to fance (Uh-huh) Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance [Outro: bbno$ & Rebecca Black] 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, b*tch 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, b*tch Yeah, there ain't no chance There ain't no chance you ain't gon' listen to this sh*t, b*tch Skrrt, it's on the radio and I'm still swearing, the fu*k, haha