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Lana Del Rey

Genres: Pop

Ghetto Baby Lyrics - Lana Del Rey

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 

 

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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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) 

 

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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) 

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