Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body i bet you thinkin' it
Don't you wanna how i get down?
Take a number baby you the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

all your hot **** stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More a buzz 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 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 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 don't me

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

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

I got my hair in a pony tail and on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i stride like a model curves like a
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 make me hit you my

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
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 i'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'cause i think you're gettin pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

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

chris mind freak in the back of a rolls
I know magic poof do away with your
Then come 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 i might spike it
Party in my babs and yes your
So we can make a wet
And win an oscar all up in best dream

Girl i think you know 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 that
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 me hit you with my pocketbook