Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body i bet you 'bout it
Don't you wanna how i get down?
Take a number baby you ain't the brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

Rockin' all your hot stuntin'
that you're god's gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly 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 a bottle
me as i hit the wall and i make '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
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Da da da da don't me

Tell you daddy 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 know 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 feel

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

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

Said you got a lot of playing with my feelin's boy
Do you always before you think?
me i know the game i'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'cause i think you're outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you 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
Baby 'cause the night
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause i the mic

It's mind freak in the back of a rolls
I know magic do away with your clothes
Then come here and let give that body a rub
'cause damn little you thick as a mug

how them southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a i might spike it
Party in my babs and yes invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an oscar all up in your dream

Girl i think you know you're drivin' me
They jinglin' baby go baby
With two hams in your pants i think you's a crook
Let me touch what's that
make 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 my pocketbook