Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
make me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my body I bet you 'bout it
Don't you wanna how I get down?
Take a baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that you're God's gift to
like 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 like a model, 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 me hit you with my pocketbook

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 holding the weight
he got the cake and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you don't my face now, got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down, it
Said I'mma pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you 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 wall and I '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 me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

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

I make 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 tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic

It's Chris Mind in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away with your
come here and let Luda give that body a rub
'Cause damn little you thick as a mug

Just how them southern boys it
up and get me a punch, I might spike it
Party in my Babs and yes invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in best dream

Girl, I think you you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go baby
With two hams in your pants girl I think a crook
Let me touch what's under
make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook