Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Baby, artist - Cheryl. Album song A Million Lights, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Record label: Polydor Ltd. (UK)
Song language: English
Ghetto Baby |
You got a face like the Madonna, crying 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 boy, I’m a trick for you |
You give me butterflies |
Heart 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 soul like this |
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips |
Come on over, ghetto baby |
(He said 'Show 'em what you got, girl') |
Come on over, ghetto baby |
(Drop it like it’s hot, girl) |
I know your lips say that you want to, but your heart’s a no |
But boy, your hips say that you’re going |
When you hold me, hold me |
You’re so fun, b-baby |
You are so much fun, b-baby |
My local rock star, the really big crew |
I’m feeling you, boy, you’re liking me too |
I’m clocking 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 |
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips |
Come on over, ghetto baby |
(He said 'Show 'em what you got, girl') |
Come on over, ghetto baby |
(Drop it like it’s 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 'em what you got, girl') |
Come on over, ghetto baby |
(Drop it like it’s hot, girl) |
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 |
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips |
Come on over, ghetto baby |
(He said 'Show 'em what you got, girl') |
Come on over, ghetto baby |
(Drop it like it’s 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 'em what you got, girl') |
Come on over, ghetto baby |
(Drop it like it’s hot, girl) |