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You got a face like the Madonna crying tears of gold
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 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
B-baby you are so much fun
B-baby
My local rockstar, 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, 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
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)
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