B. Jon - Bonafide lyrics

rate me

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