And she always on the grind She know she one of a kind And she always say that what's hers is mine, my baby
And vice versa what's mine is hers She ain't faced by them other birds, yeah She ain't never been much for words Don't fuck around and get, get your feelings hurt
You'll know it when you see her You can tell by her demeanor
And I guess I love the fact that she's
Ghetto, oh, oh, angel, oh, oh, oh And whenever things get deep She's right there next to me, she's my
My baby don't play no games Said she's allergic to the lames I'm in love with the way she's framed And I'm talking 'bout her body And our love is off the chain, listen
She got money but still the same Not affected by all the fame And like the ghetto from where she came Ain't a damn thing change
You'll know it when you see her You can tell by her demeanor
And I guess I love the fact that she's
Ghetto, oh, oh, oh, angel, oh, oh, oh And whenever things get deep She's right there next to me, she's my
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto angel, ooh, love Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto angel
You'll know it when you see her You can tell by her demeanor
And I guess I like the fact that she's
Ghetto, oh, oh, oh, angel, oh, oh, oh And whenever things get deep She's always there for me, woah
Ghetto, ghetto, angel, angel Ghetto, ghetto, angel, angel
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