| Do a little yoga, do a little dance
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| Baby come over, leave your mans
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| Straight to the sofa, bad romance
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| Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
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| Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
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| Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
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| Always eat leftovers, not to fance
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| Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance
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| (Uh) Why the hell I buy her shit? |
| I don’t know
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| Let her spend the money, get my expense up
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| She wanna be a Barbie girl, I’m a Kenda'
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| Fly to the future, we can go on a benda'
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| Up all night, getting lucky yeah you bet-cha
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| Two Hondas and a Tesla, extra
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| Up on a Friday, that’s the agenda
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| Bitch, we getting down like Rebecca
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| Fuck Spirit, I ride G FO
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| Dumb lyrics, I’m dumb rich though
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| You a critic? |
| I’m Fantano
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| Shit a couple hits out, bitch, no Pepto
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| Only got one ball, but my arm strong
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| Take a flight, yeah, quick down to Hong Kong
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| Made that money wide, now that shit long
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| I’m always right, ain’t no chance I’m wrong
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| Do a little yoga, do a little dance
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| Baby come over, leave your mans
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| Straight to the sofa, bad romance
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| Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
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| Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
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| Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
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| Always eat leftovers, not to fance
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| Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance
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| Come on over, baby, and I’ll show you how I get down
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| It’ll be your lil' secret, you don’t have talk about
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| So close the door, yeah, meet me down on the floor
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| She got me screaming, uh, Britney give me more
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| Never thought we’d end up like this
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| From the backseat to back of my crib
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| If you’re nervous put your hands on my hips
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| Yeah, that’s nice
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| Only got one ball, but my arm strong
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| Take a flight, yeah, quick down to Hong Kong
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| Made that money wide, now that shit long
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| I’m always right, ain’t no chance I’m wrong
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| Do a little yoga, do a little dance
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| Baby come over, leave your mans
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| Straight to the sofa, bad romance
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| Baby can’t wife, ain’t no chance
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| Ain’t no chance, yeah there ain’t no chance
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| Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants
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| Always eat leftovers, not to fance
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| Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance
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| Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain't no chance)
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| Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain't no chance)
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| Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Ain't no chance)
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| Ain’t no chance, yeah, there ain’t no chance
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| Yeah, there ain’t no chance, bitch
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| Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Uh-huh)
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| Yeah, there ain’t no chance (Uh-huh)
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| Ain’t no chance, yeah, there ain’t no chance, bitch
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| Any times before-fore
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| I remember times on the dance floor
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| I remember times when you’d go
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| Now I’m happy alone
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| She stole my heart
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| I can’t believe I fell for her tricks
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| I can’t believe I passed on my life
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| I can’t believe that times were like, oh-oh-oh
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| So good |