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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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