- Jennifer Hudson Pocketbook 歌詞
- Jennifer Hudson
- [00:-2.00]Jennifer Hudson - Pocketbook （featuring Ludacris）
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Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again? Oh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Check this out here
Looking at my body
I bet you thinkin bout it
Dont cha wanna know how i get down （uh huh）
Take a number baby
You aint the only brother
Trying to get up under my skirt now （uh huh）
Rockin all your hot shit, stuntin
Thinking that your 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 by all mean
Trust me i can get it off
They say i stride like a model
Curves like a bottle
Watch me as i hit the wall
And i make em say
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Da Da Da Da Dont make me （Oh）
Tell ya baby daddy
He aint holding away
Cause he got to pay, and no tonight
Aint nobody cutting so cut it out,
Cut it out, alright
So you dont know my face now, got it
Looking at me from the waste down, stop it
Said im hot pill to swallow fella
But i can make you feel better
I got my hair in a pony tail
And by all mean
Trust me i can get it off
They say i stride like a model
Curves like a bottle
Watch me as i hit the wall
And i make em say, hey
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook, oh hey
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Dont make me hit you with my, uh
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Hey, Hey, Get it yall
Said you got a lot of nerve （lot of nerve）
Playing with my feelings boy
Do you always speak before you think? （Do you gotta? Ah Ah）
Lucky me, i know the game
Imma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me its on and poppin
Cause I think ya can have the pocket
（Luda!）, Before ya make me, Oh!
Before i make you too wet, 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 jerkin on it, movin on it,
Baby cause tonights the night
For you to rock up on the mic cause i rocks the mic （right）
Its Chris Mind Freak in the back of a rolls
I know magic, proof, and do away with ya clothes
Then come here and let Luda give that body a rub
Cause Damn little mama you thick as a muth
Just how them southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me some punch, i might spike it
Party in my Babsen, yes your invited
So we can make a wet scene and we can win an Oscar
All up in your best dream
Girl i think you know youre driving me crazy
They jingling 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
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
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