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