Cifra de Ghetto Baby - Lana Del Rey
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[Verso 1]
You got a face like the Madonna, cryin' 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 gimme butterflies; heart's skipping one, two
I know you're sick, boy, I wanna get the flu
I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love, boo
[Refrão]
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Kissin' 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, girl")
Em C Bm
[Verso 2]
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, b-baby, you are too much fun, b-baby
My local rock star, the Willy B. crew
I'm feeling you, boy, you likin' 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
[Refrão]
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Kissin' 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, girl")
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Kissin' 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, girl")
[Ponte]
We're 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
Cause we're a match made in Heaven
And this kind of love's forever
Em C Bm
[Refrão]
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Kissin' 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, girl")
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Kissin' 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, girl")