Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that God's gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't 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, curves 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
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, don't me

you baby, daddy 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 know my face now, got it
Lookin' at me the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you 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
Watch me as I hit the 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 make me hit you with my
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 know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

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

Chris Mind Freak 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
up and get me a punch, I might spike it
Party in my Babs and yes your
So we can a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in your best

Girl, I think you you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go baby
With two hams in pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me what's under 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 with my