Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco road to road
You’re on the run, oh baby yeah you’re on the run
Oh baby I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for you
You give me butterflies, heart skipping one two
I know you’re sick boy, I wanna get the flu
I’m running temperatures thinking of your love, boo.
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
I know your lips say that you wanna but your heart says no
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me, hold me
You’re so fun, B-baby you are so much fun
B-baby, My local rock star, The really big crew
I’m feeling you boy, You’re liking me too
I’m clocking chicks left and right just to get to you
You’re out there on the grind now come home to your queen, boo.
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos,
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
We’re a match mad in heaven if they’re gonna talk let ‘em
If they don’t think we’re good together baby just forget ‘em
When he’s bad he’s bad but when he’s good no one’s better
'Cause we’re a match made in heaven and this kind of love’s forever
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)