Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song yoga, artist - bbno$. Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
yoga |
| 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 |
| Any times before-fore |
| I remember times on the dance floor |
| I remember times when you’d go |
| Now I’m happy alone |
| She stole my heart |
| I can’t believe I fell for her tricks |
| I can’t believe I passed on my life |
| I can’t believe that times were like, oh-oh-oh |
| So good |