Cheryl ColeGhetto Baby

VERSE 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. CHORUS 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) VERSE 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. CHORUS 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) VERSE 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 CHORUS X 2 Brooklyn move my soul like this Kissing my stilettos Move your mouth up to my lips
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