You got a face like the crying tears of gold Been pumping gas at the Texaco, to road on the run Oh baby, youre on the run Oh
Im not a trick, boy, Im a for you You give me butterflies, skipping one two I know youre boy, I get the flu Im temperatures thinking of your love, boo
Brooklyn move my soul this Kissing my stilettos move mouth up to my lips Come on over baby (He said show me you got girl) Come on over ghetto (Drop it its hot girl)
I know your lips say you wanna, but your hearts a no But boy your hips say you're gonna when you hold me, me, youre so fun B-baby you are too fun
My local rock star, The B. crew Im you boy, you liking me too Im clocking chicks left and right to get to you Youre out on the grind, now come home to your queen, boo.
Brooklyn move my soul this Kissing my stilettos, your mouth up to my lips on over ghetto baby (He said show me you got girl) Come on over baby (Drop it its hot girl)
Brooklyn move my soul like Kissing my stilettos, move your up to my lips Come on over ghetto (He said me what you got girl) on over ghetto baby (Drop it its hot girl)
Were a match in heaven, if theyre gonna talk let em If they dont think were good together, baby just em hes bad, hes bad But when hes good, no ones 'Cause were a match made in heaven and this of loves forever
Brooklyn move my soul like my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips Come on over baby (He said me what you got girl) Come on ghetto baby (Drop it its hot girl)
Brooklyn move my soul this my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips Come on over baby (He said show me you got girl) on over ghetto baby (Drop it its hot girl)