Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body i bet you 'bout it
Don't you know how i get down?
Take a number baby you ain't the brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot ****
Thinkin' that you're god's to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly 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 wall and i 'em say

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
Don't make me hit you with my
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 know my 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 tail and they on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i like a model 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
make 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

Said you got a lot of playing with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak before you
Lucky me i know the game i'mma flip my and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'cause i think you're outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before i make you do what girl you you want it
body's nice but eh you need some luda on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it movin' on it
Baby 'cause the night
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 give body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

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

i think you know you're drivin' me crazy
They baby go 'head baby
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 make me hit you with my
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook