Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body i bet you thinkin' 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 hot **** stuntin'
that you're god's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
fly don't bother 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
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
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 make me

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

So you don't my face now got it
Lookin' at me from the down stop it
i'mma hard 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 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 with my
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Hey hey get it

Said you got a lot of nerve playing with my boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me i know the game flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
i think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it you make me

Before i make you do what you know you want it
Your body's nice but eh you some luda on it
So a matress so we can start jukin' on it movin' 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 know magic poof do away your clothes
Then here and let luda give that body a rub
'cause damn mama you thick as a mug

how them southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch i 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 you're me crazy
jinglin' baby go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants girl i you's a crook
Let me touch what's under
Don't 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