Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' you're God's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
fly don't 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 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 my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
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 and no knife
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 hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can you feel better

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves 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
Don't make me hit you my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

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

Before I you do what girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you need Luda on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
'cause tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic

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

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

Girl, I think you know you're drivin' me
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch 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