Lana Del Rey - Ghetto Baby lyrics

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Lana Del Rey - Ghetto Baby lyrics

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 bu*terflies, heart skipping one two I know youre sick boy, I wanna get the flu Im running temperatures thinking of your love, boo 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) 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, youre so fun B-baby you are too much fun B-baby My local rock star, The Willy B. crew Im feeling you boy, you 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. 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) Were a match made 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 'Cause were a match made in heaven and this kind of loves forever 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)