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Cheryl – Ghetto Baby

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You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold
Pumping gas at the Taxaco, road's a 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's 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 sole/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 girl)

Come on over Ghetto baby

(Drop it like is hot, gurl)



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, you're fun

But baby you, you are so much fun, but baby



My local rock star, the really bigcrew

I 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



Kissing my stilettos

Move your mouth up to my lips



Brooklyn move my sole/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 girl)

Come on over Ghetto baby

(Drop it like is hot, gurl)



Brooklyn move my sole/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 girl)

Come on over Ghetto baby

(Drop it like is 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

But a match made in heaven

And this is kind of love's forever



Brooklyn move my sole/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 girl)

Come on over Ghetto baby

(Drop it like is hot, gurl)



Brooklyn move my sole/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 girl)

Come on over ghetto baby

(Drop it like is hot girl).



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