Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
Don't make me hit you with my
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 the only brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot ****
Thinkin' that you're god's to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

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 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
'cause he got the cake and no
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out cut it out

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

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

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't 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 nerve playing with my boy
Do you speak before you think?
Lucky me i know the game i'mma flip my hair and away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'cause i think you're outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before i make you do girl you know you want it
Your body's nice but eh you need some on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic i rocks the mic

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

Just how them southern like 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 best dream

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