Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's gift to
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride a model, curves 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 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

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you know my face now, got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down, it
Said I'mma hard 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 like a model, curves 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 make me hit you my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

Said you got a lot of nerve, playing my feelin's boy
Do you always before you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're gettin pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before I make you do what girl, you know you it
Your body's nice, but eh you some Luda on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby tonight's 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 with your clothes
Then come here and let Luda give body a rub
'Cause damn little you thick as a mug

how them southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I might it
in my Babs and yes your 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
With two 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 me hit you with my pocketbook