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 'bout it
you wanna know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you the only brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

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

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 and I make 'em say

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

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

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

I got my in a pony 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 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 always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before I make you do what girl, you you want 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 up on the mic 'cause I rocks the mic

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

Just how southern boys like 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 know you're drivin' me
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I think a crook
Let me touch under that
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