yoga (feat. Rebecca Black)
bbno$"yoga (feat. Rebecca Black)" ist ein Song von bbno$, 2021, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:24, 60 lines / 450 words.
Songtext
0:16Do a little yoga, do a little dance
0:18Baby come over, leave your mans
0:20Straight to the sofa, bad romance
0:21Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
0:24Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
0:26Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
0:28Always eat leftovers, not to fance
0:30Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance
0:32(Uh) Why the hell I buy her shit? I don’t know
0:34Let her spend the money, get my expense up
0:36She wanna be a Barbie girl, I’m a Kenda’
0:39Fly to the future, we can go on a benda’
0:41Up all night, getting lucky yeah you bet-cha
0:43Two Hondas and a Tesla, extra
0:45Up on a Friday, that’s the agenda
0:48Bitch, we getting down like Rebecca
0:49Fuck Spirit, I ride G FO
0:51Dumb lyrics, I’m dumb rich though
0:53You a critic? I’m Fantano
0:55Shit a couple hits out, bitch, no Pepto
0:57Only got one ball, but my arm strong
0:59Take a flight, yeah, quick down to Hong Kong
1:00Made that money wide, now that shit long
1:02I’m always right, ain’t no chance I’m wrong
1:04Do a little yoga, do a little dance
1:06Baby come over, leave your mans
1:08Straight to the sofa, bad romance
1:10Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
1:12Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
1:14Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
1:16Always eat leftovers, not to fance
1:18Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance
1:20Come on over, baby, and I’ll show you how I get down
1:24It’ll be your lil’ secret, you don’t have talk about
1:29So close the door, yeah, meet me down on the floor
1:34She got me screaming, uh, Britney give me more
1:37Never thought we’d end up like this
1:40From the backseat to back of my crib
1:41If you’re nervous put your hands on my hips
1:43Yeah, that’s nice
1:45Only got one ball, but my arm strong
1:47Take a flight, yeah, quick down to Hong Kong
1:49Made that money wide, now that shit long
1:51I’m always right, ain’t no chance I’m wrong
1:54Do a little yoga, do a little dance
1:55Baby come over, leave your mans
1:57Straight to the sofa, bad romance
1:59Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
2:01Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
2:04Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
2:05Always eat leftovers, not to fance
2:07Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance
2:10Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain’t no chance)
2:12Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain’t no chance)
2:14Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain’t no chance)
2:16Ain’t no chance, yeah, there ain’t no chance
2:18Yeah, there ain’t no chance, bitch
2:20Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Uh-huh)
2:22Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Uh-huh)
2:24Ain’t no chance, yeah, there ain’t no chance, bitch
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
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