Don't make me hit you with my Say it Don't make me hit you with my this out here
Lookin' at my body I bet you 'bout it Don't you wanna how I get down? a number baby, you ain't the only brother Tryin' to get up under my now
Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin' Thinkin' that you're gift to woman like a buzz in my ear Shoo fly don't 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, like a bottle me as I hit the wall and I make 'em say
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 Don't make me hit you my pocketbook 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 cake and no Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,
So you don't know my now, got it Lookin' at me from the down, stop it Said I'mma hard to swallow, fella But I can make you feel
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 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
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 my feelin's boy Do you always speak you think? Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my and walk away If you follow me on and poppin' 'Cause I think gettin outta pocket Stop it 'fore you me
Before I you do what girl, you know you want it Your nice, but eh you need some Luda on it So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it, on it Baby 'cause tonight's the For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic
It's Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls I know magic, poof, do away with your Then here and let Luda give that body a rub 'Cause damn mama you thick as a mug
how them southern boys like it Hurry up and get me a punch, I spike it Party in my and yes your invited So we can make a wet And win an Oscar, all up in your best
Girl, I you know you're drivin' me crazy They jinglin' baby, go baby With two hams in your pants girl I you's a crook Let me touch under that Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you with my Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you with my