Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

at my body i bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna how i get down?
Take a number baby you the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

all your hot **** stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're god's gift to
More like a 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
make me hit you with 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
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 and no knife
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out cut it out

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

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

Said you got a lot of nerve 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 me it's on and poppin'
i think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

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

It's chris mind freak in the of a rolls
I know magic poof do away with your
Then come and let luda give that body a rub
'cause little mama you thick as a mug

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

Girl i think you know drivin' me crazy
They 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
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't make me hit you with my