Pocketbook

Jennifer Hudson, Ludacris2008年9月29日
歌詞

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Say it again

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Check this out here

Lookin' at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it

Don't you wanna know how I get down

Take a number baby you ain't the only brother

Tryin' to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot sh*t stuntin'

Thinkin' that you're God's gift to woman

More like a buzz in my ear

Shoo fly don't 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

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh

Da da da da don't make me

Tell you baby daddy he ain't holding the weight

'Cause he got the cake and no knife

Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out cut it out alright

So you don't know my face now got it

Lookin' at me from the waste down stop it

Said I'mma 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

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh

Don't make me hit you with my

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh

Hey hey get it ya'll

Said you got a lot of nerve playing with my feelin's boy

Do you always speak before you think

Lucky me I know the game I'mma flip my hair and walk away

If you follow me it's on and poppin'

'Cause I think you're gettin outta pocket

Stop it 'fore you make me

Before I make you do what girl you know you want it

Your body's 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 tonight's the night

For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I rocks the mic

It's 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 you're drivin' me crazy

They jinglin' baby go 'head baby

With two hams in your pants girl I think you's a crook

Let me touch what's under that

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh

Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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