よみ：ぽけっとぶっく ふぃーちゃりんぐ りゅだくりす
POCKETBOOK FEATURING LUDACRIS 歌詞
友情
感動
恋愛
元気
結果
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Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again? oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Check this out here
Looking at my body
I bet you thinkin' bout it
Don't cha wanna know how I get down (uh huh)
Take a number baby
You ain't the only brother
Tryna get up under my skirt now (uh huh)
Rockin all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinking that your God's gift, to woman
More like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't bother me
Pre-Chorus：
I got my hair in a pony tail
And by all mean
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
Chorus：
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Da Da Da Da Don't make me (Oh)
Tell ya baby daddy
He ain't holding away
Cause he got to pay, and no tonight
Ain't nobody cutting so cut it out
Cut it out, alright
So you don't know my face now, got it
Looking at me from the waste down, stop it
Said I'm hot pill to swallow fella
But I can make you feel better
Pre-Chorus
Chorus w/ adlib
Hey, Hey, Get it ya'll
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
I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and poppin'
Is that right?
Cause I think ya can have the pocket
Okay
Stop it!
Luda!
Before ya make me, Oh!
Before I make you too wet, girl you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh, you need some Luda on it
So find a mattress so we can start jerkin on it, movin' on it,
boby
Cuz tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic cause I rocks the mic (right)
It's 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 a punch, I might spike it
Party in my Baysen, yes you're 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 you're driving me crazy
They jingling 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
Hahaha.. ooh you ain't gon' do that
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Go ahead and do it then
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Luda!
Say it again? oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Check this out here
Looking at my body
I bet you thinkin' bout it
Don't cha wanna know how I get down (uh huh)
Take a number baby
You ain't the only brother
Tryna get up under my skirt now (uh huh)
Rockin all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinking that your God's gift, to woman
More like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't bother me
Pre-Chorus：
I got my hair in a pony tail
And by all mean
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
Chorus：
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Oh Ah, Oh Ah, Oh
Da Da Da Da Don't make me (Oh)
Tell ya baby daddy
He ain't holding away
Cause he got to pay, and no tonight
Ain't nobody cutting so cut it out
Cut it out, alright
So you don't know my face now, got it
Looking at me from the waste down, stop it
Said I'm hot pill to swallow fella
But I can make you feel better
Pre-Chorus
Chorus w/ adlib
Hey, Hey, Get it ya'll
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
I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and poppin'
Is that right?
Cause I think ya can have the pocket
Okay
Stop it!
Luda!
Before ya make me, Oh!
Before I make you too wet, girl you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh, you need some Luda on it
So find a mattress so we can start jerkin on it, movin' on it,
boby
Cuz tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic cause I rocks the mic (right)
It's 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 a punch, I might spike it
Party in my Baysen, yes you're 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 you're driving me crazy
They jingling 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
Hahaha.. ooh you ain't gon' do that
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Go ahead and do it then
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Luda!
