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 the 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 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 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 you're bonafide
Yes all the eyes that be staring at me Is it because I got my Rover outside See I just don't understand Is 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 poket 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 You're lookin' for a phat wad Lord of a god I don't have it for you So honey baby what you gonin' do
[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 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 you're bonafide
Look into my eyes Tell me what you see I'm not pretentious I invent this vibe you feel
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