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