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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