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

Lookin' at my body I bet you thinkin' 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 your hot shit,
Thinkin' you're God's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

I got my hair in a pony tail and on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride a model, curves like 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 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, make me

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you know my face now, got it
at me from the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma hard to swallow, fella
But I can make you better

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 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

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

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

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

Just how them boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I might it
in my Babs and yes your invited
So we can make a wet
And win an Oscar, all up in your best

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