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Lookin' at my body I bet you 'bout it Don't you know how I get down? Take a number baby, you ain't the brother Tryin' to get up my skirt now
Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin' Thinkin' that you're God's to woman More a buzz in my ear Shoo fly bother me
I got my in a pony tail and they on me me I can get 'em off They say I like 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 with my Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Da, da, da, da, don't me
Tell you baby, daddy he ain't the weight 'Cause he got the and no knife Ain't nobody so cut it out, cut it out, alright
So you don't know my now, got it at me from the waste down, stop it Said I'mma hard pill to swallow, But I can you feel better
I got my in a pony tail and they on me me I can get 'em off They say I like a model, curves like a bottle Watch me as I hit the and I make 'em say
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh make me hit you with 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 before you think? me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away If you follow me on and poppin' 'Cause I think you're gettin pocket Stop it you make me
Before I make you do what girl, you you want it Your body's nice, but eh you some Luda on it So find a matress so we can start on it, movin' on it 'cause tonight's 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 your clothes Then come and let Luda give that body a rub damn little mama you thick as a mug
Just how them boys like it up and get me a punch, I might spike it Party in my Babs and yes invited So we can a wet scene And win an Oscar, all up in best dream
Girl, I think you know drivin' me crazy They baby, go 'head baby With two hams in your girl I think you's a crook Let me touch under that 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