Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my i bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how i get
Take a number baby you ain't the only
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot ****
Thinkin' you're god's gift to woman
More a buzz 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 like a model 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
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
nobody cuttin' so cut it out cut it out alright

So you don't know my now got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down it
Said i'mma pill 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 stride like a curves like a bottle
Watch me as i hit the wall and i 'em say

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
make me hit you with 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 my pocketbook
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Hey hey get it

Said you got a lot of nerve with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me i the game i'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'cause i think you're gettin outta
Stop it you make me

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

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

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

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