Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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 brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

Rockin' all your hot stuntin'
Thinkin' you're god's gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i stride like a 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 make me hit you with my

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

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

So you know my face now got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down it
Said i'mma hard to swallow fella
But i can you feel better

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i stride like a curves like a bottle
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 my pocketbook
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Hey hey get it

Said you got a lot of playing with my feelin's boy
Do you speak 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 gettin outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before i you do what girl you know you want it
Your body's nice but eh you some luda on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it movin' on it
'cause tonight's the night
For you to up on the mic 'cause i rocks the mic

It's chris mind freak in the back of a
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 boys like it
up and get me a punch i might spike it
Party in my babs and yes your
So we can a wet scene
And win an oscar all up in your best

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

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