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      Jennifer Hudson

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      Jennifer Hudson - Pocketbook Música y Letra

      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
      Trying to 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
      
      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
      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
      
      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
      Don't make me hit you
      With my, uh
      Oh ah, oh ah, oh
      Don't make me hit you
      With my pocketbook
      Oh ah, oh ah, oh
      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
      Its on and poppin'
      Cause I think ya
      Can have the pocket
      (Luda!)
      Before ya make me, oh!
      
      Ludacris:
      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 matress
      So we can start jerkin on it
      Movin' on it
      Baby, cause 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 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
      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
      Whats under that
      
      Don't make me hit you
      With my pocketbook
      Don't make me hit you
      With my pocketbook
      Don't make me hit you
      With my pocketbook

      Jennifer Hudson - Pocketbook Música y Letra

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