Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
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at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

I got my hair in a pony and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves 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 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, daddy he ain't holding the
'Cause he got the cake and no
Ain't nobody so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you don't my face now, got it
Lookin' at me the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma hard to swallow, fella
But I can make you better

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I like a model, curves like a bottle
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
make me hit you with my

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

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

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

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

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

Girl, I think you you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go baby
With two hams in your pants girl I think you's a
Let me what's under that
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
make me hit you with my pocketbook