Ghetto Baby - Lana Del Rey (拉娜·德雷)

You got a face like the Madonna

Crying 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 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

He says

Show me what you got girl

Come on over ghetto baby

Drop 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 baby you

Are too much fun baby

My local rock star

The Willy B 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 now 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

He says

Show me 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 says

Show me what you got girl

Come on over ghetto baby

Drop it like it's hot girl

We're a match mad 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

Kissing my stilettos

Move your mouth up to my lips

Come on over ghetto baby

He says

Show me 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 says

Show me what you got girl

Come on over ghetto baby

Drop it like it's hot girl