Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
this out here

Lookin' at my body I bet you thinkin' it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that God's gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
fly don't bother me

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a
Watch me as I hit the wall and I 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, don't me

Tell you baby, he ain't holding the weight
he got the cake and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you don't know my now, got it
at me from the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma hard pill to swallow,
But I can make you feel

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, like a bottle
me as I hit the wall and I make 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

you got a lot of nerve, playing with my feelin's boy
Do you speak before you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin pocket
Stop it you make me

Before I make you do what girl, you know you it
Your body's nice, but eh you need Luda on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it, on it
'cause tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic

It's Chris Mind Freak in the back of a
I know magic, poof, do away your clothes
Then come here and let Luda give that a rub
'Cause damn mama you thick as a mug

Just how them southern like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I spike it
in my Babs and yes your invited
So we can make a wet
And win an Oscar, all up in your dream

Girl, I think you you're drivin' me crazy
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's that
Don't make me hit you with my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook