Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

all your hot **** stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're god's to woman
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 curves like a bottle
Watch me as i hit the and i make 'em say

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

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

Tell you baby daddy he holding the weight
'cause he got the cake and no
nobody cuttin' so cut it out cut it out alright

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

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i stride like a model curves 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 make me hit you 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 speak you think?
Lucky me i know the game i'mma my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'cause i think you're gettin outta
Stop it you make 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 matress so we can start 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 freak in the of a rolls
I know magic poof do 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 boys it
Hurry up and get me a punch i might it
Party in my and yes your invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an all up in your best dream

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