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Leela James – Ghetto Lyrics

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Shes gettin ghetto up in here x2
Whoa, whoa, whoa…

She be like, One mississippi, two mississippi STOP!
Backed up, you roll then you drop
Like I said before, hes my man
What part of that conversation dont you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Shes gonna get ghetto up in here

The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face, put you in your place
I didnt wanna scrap, poppin all that yap when ya gotta fall back now

Tryin to be a lady but you keep pushin me
Its 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 Im feedin him
And hes happy, theres no drama
So you can save those high notes for the opera.

Cause I aint givin him up,Im lovin him up
Me and him every night, drinkin from the same cup
They say you dont know a good thing til its 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, hes my man.
What part of that conversation dont you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa…
Shes gonna get ghetto up in here

The gloves commin off, grease up my face, put you in your place
Didnt want to scrap, poppin on the cap when ya gotta fall back now

Tryin to be a lady but you keep pushin me
Its gonna get pretty.
Leave me alone and go on by the way, stop blowing up his cellphone

Took advantage of his kindess
Didnt appreciate his sweetness
Now Im present, youre the past
Aint my fault what yall had didnt last

See, I wanna kill the confusion
Girl, there aint no confusion
I want you to know its me hes lovin
You know its you Im lovin
Im 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!

RAP
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.
Theyre 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 partys 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
Its gonna get pretty.
Leave me alone and go on by the way, stop blowing up his cellphone

Uh, uh, dont make me ghetto.

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