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

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

all your hot **** stuntin'
Thinkin' that god's gift to woman
More like a 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 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
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 he ain't holding the weight
'cause he got the and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out cut it out alright

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

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
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
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

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

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

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

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

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