Ghetto Baby
Lana Del Rey
Verse 1: You got a face like the Madonna cryin’ 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 but I’m a trick for you You gimme butterflies; heart’s skipping one two I know you’re sick boy I wanna get the flu I’m runnin’ temperatures thinkin’ of your love boo Brooklyn move my soul like this Kissin’ 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 2: 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 too much fun b-baby My local rock star the Willy B. crew I’m feeling you boy you likin’ 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 Brooklyn move my soul like this Kissin’ 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 Kissin’ 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") Bridge: 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 Kissin’ 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 Kissin’ 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")