Jennifer Hudson – Pocketbook Lyrics  Share

From Jennifer Hudson's album: Jennifer Hudson

(feat. Ludacris)

Don^,t make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again? Oh
Don^,t make me hit you with my pocketbook
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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
[ Pocketbook lyrics from
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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^,m a flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it^,s on and poppin^,
Cause I think ya can have the pocket
(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 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 what^,s 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
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