Lana Del Rey Ghetto Baby
You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold
Pumping gas at the Taxaco, road's a 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's 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 sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)
Come on over Ghetto baby
(Drop it like is hot, gurl)
I know your lips say that you wanna
But your hearts a no
But boy your hips say that you're gonna
When you hold me hold me, you're fun
But baby you, you are so much fun, but baby
My local rock star, the really bigcrew
I feeling you boy, you're liking me too
I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you
You're out there on the grind
Now come home to your queen, boo
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)
Come on over Ghetto baby
(Drop it like is hot, gurl)
Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)
Come on over Ghetto baby
(Drop it like is hot, gurl)
It's 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
But a match made in heaven
And this is kind of love's forever
Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)
Come on over Ghetto baby
(Drop it like is hot, gurl)
Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like is hot girl).