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yoga (feat. Rebecca Black)
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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 (Ain't no chance) Yeah, there ain't no chance Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants Always eat leftovers, not too fance Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance 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 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 yo' mans Straight to the sofa, bad romance Baby can't wife her, 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 too fance Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Come on over, baby,


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