Leela James - Ghetto lyrics
[Leela James - Ghetto lyrics]
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
Whoa, whoa, whoa
She be like, "One mississippi
Two mississippi STOP!"
Backed up, you roll then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation
Don't you understand? Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face
Put you in your place i didn't wanna scrap
'poppin all that yap when ya
Gotta fall back now
Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me
It's gonna get pretty
Leave me alone and go on by the way
'stop blowing up his cellphone'
When you had him, you mistreated him
Now I found him and I'm feedin' him
And he's happy, there's no drama
So you can save those high
Notes for the opera
Cause, I ain't givin him up, I'm lovin him up
Me and him every night
Drinkin' from the same cup
They say you don't know a
Good thing 'til it's gone
And now he landed in my arms
She be like
"one Mississippi two Mississippi rock!"
Backed up, you roll, then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation
Don't you understand? Whoa, whoa, whoa
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
The gloves commin' off, grease up my face
Put you in your place didn't want to scrap
Poppin' on the cap when ya
Gotta fall back now
Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me
It's gonna get pretty
Leave me alone and go on by the way
'stop blowing up his cellphone'
Took advantage of his kindess
Didn't appreciate his sweetness
Now I'm present, you're the past
Ain't my fault what y'all had didn't last
See, I wanna kill the confusion
(Girl, there ain't no confusion)
I want you to know it's me he's lovin'
(You know it's you I'm lovin')
I'm even thinking about having his children
So, I think you should go
Find yourself a new boy
This ship done sailed a long time ago!
Have you ever been in a party
Droppin' your sexy and bottles
Came flyin' in your direction? Turned
Around saw two kitty-cats fightin'?
Tried to play the good samaritin
Now your face is scratchin
They're gettin' pretty, pretty
Gettin' Someone call security bout
To be an outbreak
Stillettos comin' off, white tee commin' off
When the cops break it down half
The party's in my loft
The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face
Put you in your place whoa, whoa, whoa
Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me
It's gonna get pretty
Leave me alone and go on by the way
'stop blowing up his cellphone
Uh, uh, don't make me ghetto
Whoa, whoa, whoa
She be like, "One mississippi
Two mississippi STOP!"
Backed up, you roll then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation
Don't you understand? Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face
Put you in your place i didn't wanna scrap
'poppin all that yap when ya
Gotta fall back now
Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me
It's gonna get pretty
Leave me alone and go on by the way
'stop blowing up his cellphone'
When you had him, you mistreated him
Now I found him and I'm feedin' him
And he's happy, there's no drama
So you can save those high
Notes for the opera
Cause, I ain't givin him up, I'm lovin him up
Me and him every night
Drinkin' from the same cup
They say you don't know a
Good thing 'til it's gone
And now he landed in my arms
She be like
"one Mississippi two Mississippi rock!"
Backed up, you roll, then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation
Don't you understand? Whoa, whoa, whoa
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
The gloves commin' off, grease up my face
Put you in your place didn't want to scrap
Poppin' on the cap when ya
Gotta fall back now
Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me
It's gonna get pretty
Leave me alone and go on by the way
'stop blowing up his cellphone'
Took advantage of his kindess
Didn't appreciate his sweetness
Now I'm present, you're the past
Ain't my fault what y'all had didn't last
See, I wanna kill the confusion
(Girl, there ain't no confusion)
I want you to know it's me he's lovin'
(You know it's you I'm lovin')
I'm even thinking about having his children
So, I think you should go
Find yourself a new boy
This ship done sailed a long time ago!
Have you ever been in a party
Droppin' your sexy and bottles
Came flyin' in your direction? Turned
Around saw two kitty-cats fightin'?
Tried to play the good samaritin
Now your face is scratchin
They're gettin' pretty, pretty
Gettin' Someone call security bout
To be an outbreak
Stillettos comin' off, white tee commin' off
When the cops break it down half
The party's in my loft
The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face
Put you in your place whoa, whoa, whoa
Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me
It's gonna get pretty
Leave me alone and go on by the way
'stop blowing up his cellphone
Uh, uh, don't make me ghetto