"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 'em what you got, girl")
Come on over, ghetto baby (Drop it like it's hot, girl)

I know your lips say that you want to, but your heart's a no
But boy, your hips say that you're going
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 '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)

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
'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 '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)