Jordin Sparks - Pocketbook lyrics
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 **** 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