Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't make me hit you with my
Say it
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my body i bet you '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' you're god's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
fly don't bother me

I got my hair in a pony 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
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
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Da da da da make me

Tell you baby daddy he holding the weight
'cause he got the and no knife
nobody cuttin' so cut it out cut it out alright

So you know my face now got it
Lookin' at me from the waste stop it
Said i'mma pill to swallow fella
But i can you feel 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 curves like a
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

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 with my feelin's boy
Do you speak before you think?
Lucky me i know the i'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'cause i think you're gettin outta
Stop it 'fore you me

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

chris mind freak in the back of a rolls
I know magic poof do away with clothes
Then come here and let luda that body a rub
'cause damn mama you thick as a mug

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

Girl i think you you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby go 'head
two hams in your pants girl i think you's a crook
Let me what's 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 with my