July Frvr - Bonita

Bonita bonita
I been in the cocina
I got you on the counter
You singing like Selena
I used to dream about ya
We used to go and re-up
Let me put the work in
Go and put your feet up
Girl I used to be a dreamer
I used to whip a Jetta
Now I’m in a beamer
My brother in a Tesla
So many drugs on this island, you would think we in Ibiza
Baby from the start them pussy boys could never keep up
Baby you my dawg
You my everything, baby the reason I ball
Reason I ball
Baby they mad as shit they looking for a reason I fall
Reason I fall
They ain’t gon’ find shit baby I been on my ten toes
One door open, the other one close
Something from nothing, oh no
I’m used to this
When I set my mind, I’m doing this
Your man ain’t shit he losin’ it
Better go ahead tell him he losin’ it
When you give me those eyes I’m losin’ it
Baby I want you, like that
You wan’t me to hit you, from the back
Second I kiss you, it’s a wrap
Bonita bonita
I been in the cocina
I got you on the counter
You singing like Selena
I used to dream about ya
We used to go and re-up
Let me put the work in
Go and put your feet up
Girl I used to be a dreamer
I used to whip a Jetta
Now I’m in a beamer
My brother in a Tesla
So many drugs on this island, you would think we in Ibiza
Baby from the start them pussy boys could never keep up

Written by:
Arman Shams

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