Ghetto Baby Lyrics

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's a 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

Cos 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)