B. Jon - Bonafide Lyrics

Everybody's in the major leagues 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 So 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 later Cause for now we're understood Chorus A me oh my God ya look so fine I cant touch you cause you're so bonafide A me oh my Bod ya look so fine I cant touch you cause you're so bonafide A Virginia 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 youre so bonafide Yes all the eys that be staring at me 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 dont think so girl Ive 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 passed So 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 later Cause for now we're understood chorus (repeat) Look into my eyes Tell me what you see I'm not pretentious I invent this vibe that you feel chorus (repeat) vamp out B. Jon Lyrics Bonafide Lyrics