Lana Del Rey - Ghetto baby
You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of goldPumping gas at the Taxaco, road's a roadYou're on the run, oh baby, yeahYou're on the run, oh babyI'm not a trick boy, I'm a trick for youYou give me butterflies, heart's skipping one, twoI know you're sick boy, I wanna get the fluI'm running temperatures thinking of your love booBrooklyn move my sole/soul like thisKissing my stilettosMove your mouth up to my lipsCome 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 wannaBut your hearts a noBut boy your hips say that you're gonnaWhen you hold me hold me, you're funBut baby you, you are so much fun, but babyMy local rock star, the really bigcrewI feeling you boy, you're liking me tooI'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to youYou're out there on the grindNow come home to your queen, booKissing my stilettosMove your mouth up to my lipsBrooklyn move my sole/soul like thisKissing my stilettosMove your mouth up to my lipsCome 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 thisKissing my stilettosMove your mouth up to my lipsCome 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 HeavenIf they're gonna talk, let 'emIf they don't think we're good together, Baby just forget 'emWhen he's bad, he's badBut when he's good no one's betterBut a match made in heavenAnd this is kind of love's foreverBrooklyn move my sole/soul like thisKissing my stilettosMove your mouth up to my lipsCome 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 thisKissing my stilettosMove your mouth up to my lipsCome on over Ghetto baby(He said show him what you got girl)Come on over ghetto baby(Drop it like is hot girl).