Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna crying tears of gold

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

said show ''em what you got girl）

Come on over ghetto baby

it like it''s hot girl）

I know your lips say that you wanna but your heart''s a no

But boy your hips say that you''re gonna when you hold me hold me

You''re so fun

B-baby you are so much fun

B-baby

My local rockstar 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 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

said show ''em what you got girl）

Come on over ghetto baby

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 ''em what you got girl）

Come on over ghetto baby

（Drop it like it''s hot girl）

We''re a match made 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

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 ''em 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 ''em what you got girl）

Come on over ghetto baby

（Drop it like it''s hot girl）