OficialLetra
[VERSE]
You got a face like the Madonna
crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas
at the Texaco road to road
Youre on the run
Oh baby yeah youre on the run
Oh baby
Im not a trick boy, Im a trick for you
You give me butterflies
heart skipping one two
I know youre sick boy,
I wanna get the flu
Im 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 its hot girl)
[VERSE]
I know your lips say
that you wanna but your hearts a no
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me
hold me
Youre so fun
B-baby you are so much fun
B-baby
My local rock star, The really big crew
Im feeling you boy, Youre liking me too
Im clocking chicks left and right
just to get to you
Youre 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 its 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 its hot girl)
[VERSE]
Were a match mad in heaven
if theyre gonna talk let em
If they dont think were good together
baby just forget em
When hes bad hes bad
but when hes good no ones better
Cos were a match made in heaven
and this kind of loves forever
[CHORUS X2]
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 its hot girl)
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