[Cheryl.Cole]Ghetto.Baby () 0.0分

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 said show ''em what you got girl） Come on over ghetto baby 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 said show ''em what you got girl） Come on over ghetto baby 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）