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Don't make me hit you with my
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make me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how I get
Take a number baby, you the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's gift to
More 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 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 me hit you with 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 and no knife
nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you know my face now, got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down, it
Said I'mma hard pill to swallow,
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 a model, curves like a bottle
me as I hit the wall and I make 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
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 with my boy
Do you always before you think?
me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
I think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

I make you do what girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you need some on it
So find a matress so we can jukin' on it, movin' on it
'cause tonight's the night
For you to up on the mic 'cause I rocks the mic

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

Just how them southern like it
up and get me a punch, 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 you're drivin' me crazy
They baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I think a crook
Let me touch what's under
Don't make me hit you with my

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