pocketbook (feat. l U大Cris)

Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again?
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin at my body I bet you thinkin bout it
Dont you wanna know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you aint the only brother
Tryin to get up under my skirt now
Rockin all your hot shit, stuntin
Thinkin that youre Gods gift to woman
More like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly dont bother me
I got my hair in a pony tail and they on me
Trust me I can get em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I make em say
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah , ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, dont make me
Tell you baby, daddy he aint holding the weight
Cause he got the cake and no knife
Aint nobody cuttin so cut it out, cut it out, alright
So you dont know my face now, got it
Lookin at me from the waste down, stop it
Said Imma hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you feel better
I got my hair in a pony tail and they on me
Trust me I can get em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I make em say
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Dont make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh , ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it yall
Said you got a lot of nerve, playing with my feelins boy
Do you always speak before you think?
Lucky me , I know the game, Imma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me its on and poppin
Cause I think youre gettin outta pocket
Stop it fore you make me
Before I make you do what girl, you know you want it
Your bodys nice, but eh you need some Luda on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin on it, movin on it
Baby cause tonights the night
For you to rock up on the mic cause I rocks the mic
Its Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away with your clothes
Then come here and let Luda give that body a rub
Cause damn little mama you thick as a mug
Just how them southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I might spike it
Party in my Babs and yes your invited
So we can make a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in your best dream
Girl, I think you know youre drivin me crazy
They jinglin baby, go head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I think yous a crook
Let me touch whats under that
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
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