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Jennifer Hudson( Jennifer Kate Hudson )
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Pocketbook
Lyricist:Christopher Bridges, Christopher Bria Bridges, Hannon Lane, Hannon T. Lane, Timothy Mosley, Timothy Z. Mosley, Candice Nelson, Candice Clotiel Nelson, James Washington, James David Washington
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 shit, 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
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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
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