Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my i bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how i get
Take a number baby you ain't the only
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot ****
Thinkin' that god's gift to woman
More like a 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 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
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Da da da da don't me

Tell you baby daddy he holding the weight
'cause he got the cake and no
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out cut it out alright

So you don't my face now got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down it
Said hard pill to swallow fella
But i can you feel better

I got my hair in a pony 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 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

you got a lot of nerve playing with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak before you
Lucky me i know the game i'mma my hair and walk away
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 you know you want it
Your body's nice but eh you need luda on it
So find a matress so we can start on it movin' on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to up on the mic 'cause i rocks the mic

It's chris freak in the back of a rolls
I know magic do away with your clothes
come here and let luda give that body a rub
'cause damn little mama you as a mug

Just how them southern like it
Hurry up and get me a punch i spike it
Party in my and yes your invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an oscar all up in best dream

Girl i think you know you're me crazy
They jinglin' go 'head baby
With two in your pants girl i think you's a crook
Let me touch what's that
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook

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