Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Check this out

Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

I got my hair in a pony tail and 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
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

Tell you baby, he ain't holding the weight
he got the cake 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 you feel better

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 wall and I 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make 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 with my boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'Cause I think gettin outta pocket
Stop it you make me

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

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

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

Girl, I think you know you're me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go 'head
two hams in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch 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 make me hit you my pocketbook