- pocketbook (feat. l U大Cris) 歌詞 Ludacris Jennifer Hudson
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- Jennifer Hudson pocketbook (feat. l U大Cris) 歌詞
- Ludacris Jennifer Hudson
- Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again? Dont make me hit you with my pocketbook Check this out here 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 Dont make me hit有with沒有pocketbook<比如>
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