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Don't make me hit you with my
Say it
Don't make me hit you with my
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 ain't the only
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot stuntin'
Thinkin' that god's gift to woman
More a buzz 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 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 make me hit you with my
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 make me

Tell you baby he ain't holding the weight
'cause he got the cake and no
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out cut it out

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

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
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 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 you think?
Lucky me i know the game i'mma flip my hair and walk
If you follow me on and poppin'
'cause i think you're gettin outta
Stop it you make me

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

It's chris mind in the back of a rolls
I know magic do away with your clothes
Then come here and let luda give that a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

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

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

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