Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my i bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how i get
Take a number baby you ain't the brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

Rockin' all your hot ****
Thinkin' that you're god's gift to
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

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 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 me hit you with 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 daddy he ain't holding the weight
'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
Lookin' at me from the down stop it
Said i'mma hard pill to swallow
But i can make you feel

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
me as i hit the wall 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

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 before you think?
Lucky me i know the game i'mma flip my hair and away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'cause i think you're gettin outta
Stop it 'fore you me

Before i you do what girl you know you want it
body's nice but eh you need some 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 i rocks the mic

It's chris mind in the back of a rolls
I know magic poof do away with clothes
Then come here and let luda give body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how them southern like it
Hurry up and get me a i might spike it
in my babs and yes your 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
jinglin' baby go 'head baby
With two hams in pants girl i think you's a crook
Let me touch what's under
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
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook