You got a face like the Madonna crying tears of gold
Pu-pumping gas at the Taxaco, 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 chick for you
You give me butterflies, heart's skipping one, two
I know you're sick, boy, I wanna get the flu
I'm running temperatures thinking of your love, boo
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Brooklin moves my soul like this
Kissin' my stilletos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby (He said "Show me what you got, gurl")
Come on over, ghetto babt ("Drop it like it's hot, gurl")
I know your lips say that you wanna, but your heart's a no
But, boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me
You're so fun
But, baby, you are too much fun
Oh baby
My local rock star, the really big crew
I'm feeling you boy, you're liking me too
I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you
You're out there on the grind
Now come home to your queen, boo
Brooklin 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, gurl")
Come on over, ghetto baby ("Drop it like it's hot, gurl")
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby (He said "Show him what you got, gurl")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, gurl")
It's 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
It's wella match made in heaven
And this is 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 me what you got gurl")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, gurl")
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 it's hot, gurl")
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