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Verse 1:
You got a face like the Madonna cryin' 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 but I'm a trick for you
You gimme butterflies; heart's skipping one two
I know you're sick boy I wanna get the flu
I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love boo
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' 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 girl")
Verse 2:
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 too much fun b-baby
My local rock star the Willy B. crew
I'm feeling you boy you likin' 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
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' 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 girl")
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' 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 girl")
Bridge:
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
Kissin' 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 girl")
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' 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 girl")
(moins de barrés)