Bonafide Lyrics by Jon B.

Bonafide Lyrics


    Everybody's in the major league
    Ain't nobody wanna be straight up
    I see the hotties on the way to work
    They be waiting outside the club
    See samantha got a glass of wine
    And in the corner she be laggin' behind
    To ladies room to powder her lines
    She be feeling like dyn-o-mite

    Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
    Some come move that ass
    I know what you wanna do
    She's looking for a phat wad
    Lord of a god you look good
    Premonitions saved for last
    'cause for now we're understood

    Chorus:
    A me oh my god ya look so fine
    I can't touch you cause you're bonafide
    A me oh my god ya look so fine
    I can't touch you cause you're bonafide
    A virgina slim, can i get in
    I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
    I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
    And you can do it cause you're bonafide

    Yes all the eyes that be staring at you
    Is it because i got my rover outside
    See i just don't understand
    Is it that you think you can play me fly
    No i don't think so girl
    I've been through it many times before
    I got a tight pocket book
    And you know i ain't open it up for no ---

    Jizzable jazz, how could it be passes
    So come move that ass
    I know what you want to do
    You're looking for a phat wad lord of a god
    I don't have it for you
    So honey baby what you gonna do
    (chorus)

    Look into my eyes
    Tell me what you see
    I'm not pretentious
    I invent this vibe that you feel
    (chorus)

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