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You got a face like the Madonna crying tears of gold Pu-pumping gas at the Taxaco, 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 chick 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 [Chorus] Brooklin moves my soul like this Kissin' my stilletos, move your mouth up to my lips Come on over, ghetto baby (He said "Show me what you got, gurl") Come on over, ghetto babt ("Drop it like it's hot, gurl") 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 But, baby, you are too much fun Oh baby My local rock star, the really big crew I'm feeling you boy, you're liking me too I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you SongtexteYou're out there on the grind Now come home to your queen, boo Brooklin move my soul like this Kissing my stilettos Move your mouth up to my lips Come on over, ghetto baby (He said "Show me what you got, gurl") Come on over, ghetto baby ("Drop it like it's hot, gurl") Brooklyn move my 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, gurl") Come on over, ghetto baby ("Drop it like it's 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 It's wella match made in heaven And this is 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 me what you got gurl") Come on over, ghetto baby ("Drop it like it's hot, gurl") Brooklyn move my soul like this Kissing my stilettos Move your mouth up to my lips Come on over, ghetto baby (He said "Show me what you got girl") Come on over, ghetto baby ("Drop it like it's hot, gurl") Aus Songtexte Mania