@migu music@

She's gettin' ghetto up in here

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

Uh uh don't make me ghetto