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

Rockin' all hot **** stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're god's to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

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

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

Tell you baby daddy he ain't the weight
'cause he got the cake and no
Ain't nobody so cut it out cut it out alright

So you don't know my now got it
Lookin' at me from the waste stop it
Said hard pill to swallow fella
But i can make you feel

I got my hair in a pony tail and on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i stride like a model curves 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 make me hit you my

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't make me hit you 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 i'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'cause i think you're gettin pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before i make you do girl you know you want it
Your body's but eh you need some luda on it
So a matress so we can start jukin' on it movin' on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic i rocks the mic

It's chris mind in the back of a rolls
I know magic poof do away with your
Then here and let luda give that body a rub
'cause damn little mama you as a mug

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

Girl i think you know you're drivin' me
They jinglin' baby go 'head
With two hams in your pants girl i think you's a
Let me touch what's under
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
Don't make me hit you with my