Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't make me hit you with my
Say it
make me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my body i bet you thinkin' it
Don't you wanna know how i get
Take a baby you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

all your hot **** stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
like a buzz 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 like a model curves like a bottle
Watch me as i hit the wall and i 'em say

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
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
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
he got the cake and no knife
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 i'mma hard to swallow fella
But i can make you better

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i stride like a model like a bottle
Watch me as i hit the and i make 'em say

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't me hit you with my

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
make me hit you with 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 before you
Lucky me i know the game i'mma my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
i think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you 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 jukin' on it on it
Baby 'cause tonight's the
For you to up on the mic 'cause i rocks the mic

It's chris mind in the back of a rolls
I know magic poof do away with your
Then come here and let luda give that a rub
'cause damn 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 and yes your invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an oscar all up in best dream

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