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 Lana Del Rey - Ghetto Baby w/lyrics on the screen! I do not own anything! If you have any request of video to make than please write a comment below :) lyrics: You got a face like the Madonna, Crying 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 give me butterflies, Heart skipping one two. I know you're sick boy, I wanna get the flu, I'm running temperatures, Thinking of your love, boo. Brooklyn move my soul like this, Kissing my stilettos, Move your mouth up to my lips. Come on over ghetto baby. (He say "Show me what you got girl"). Come on over ghetto baby. ("Drop it like it's hot girl"). I know your lips say that you wanna, But your heart's a no. But boy your hips say that your 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 WillyB crew, I'm feeling you boy, You're liking me too. I'm clocking chicks, Left and right, Just to get to you. You're out there, On the grind now come home, To your queen, boo. Brooklyn move my soul like this, Kissing my stilettos, Move your mouth up to my lips. Come on over ghetto baby. (He say "Show me what you got girl"). Come on over ghetto baby. ("Drop it like it's hot girl"). Brooklyn move my soul like this, Kissing my stilettos, Move your mouth up to my lips. Come on over ghetto baby. (He say "Show me what you got girl"). Come on over ghetto baby. ("Drop it like it's hot girl"). We're a match mad 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. Brooklyn move my soul like this, Kissing my stilettos, Move your mouth up to my lips. Come on over ghetto baby. (He say "Show me what you got girl"). Come on over ghetto baby. ("Drop it like it's hot girl"). Brooklyn move my soul like this, Kissing my stilettos, Move your mouth up to my lips. Come on over ghetto baby. (He say "Show me what you got girl"). Come on over ghetto baby. ("Drop it like it's hot girl"). | 00:02:49 |
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 Lana Del Rey - Prom Song (Gone Wrong) Teenage Wasteland I do not own any part of this song. Lana Del Rey Prom Song (Gone Wrong) Teenage Wasteland (Full Unleashed Song) official/original lyrics in description. She is a genius!! Check out my other videos, subscribe, or comment. Thanks for watching! Prom Song (Gone Wrong) Teenage Wasteland Lyrics: Boy, it's late, walk me home, Put your hand in mine. At the gates stop and say, "Be my Valentine." You are by far, The brightest star, I've ever seen, And I never dreamed, I'd be so happy, That I could fly. Used to say that I was beautiful, Like Cleopatra, But you the king too so I would say, "Back at'cha!" I flip my hair and make you stare, And put my make-up on, And make up stories 'bout my life, And put on Very Cherry Bomb. And even then I knew that we were, Something serious, That you would dominate my thoughts of, Radio Two serials. I'd see you in the hall like, "Hello, hello" Up against the wall like, "Let's go, let's go!" Let me take you out of this town, Let me do it right now, baby, Dancing till dawn, staying forever young. Let's get out of this place, 'Cause you're starting to waste, Within this teenage wasteland. You will never see my face, If you don't get me out of this place, Now, baby, I'm not crazy. I'm leaving, are you coming with me? If you're lonely, baby, hold me, You're my only one. Watching television, kissin', Till we see the sun. So far, we are, Safe in the dark. And I never dreamed, That I'd be the queen, And I'd be so happy, That I could die. You used to call yourself "the Don", And me "Queen Diana", You always make me blush I say, "Shut up, boy, you bananas." You pull my hair and push me down, And chase me, make me run, You play me Biggie Smalls and then, My first Nirvana song. So even then when no one's friends, Were really serious, I knew you loved me by the way, You looked in second period. I'd see you in the hall like, "Hello, hello" Up against the wall like, "Let's go, let's go!" Let me take you out of this town, Let me do it right now, baby, Dancing till dawn, staying forever young. Let's get out of this place, 'Cause you're starting to waste, Within this teenage wasteland. You will never see my face, If you don't get me out of this place, Now, baby, I'm not crazy. I'm leaving, are you coming with me? I know that they say That all I want, Is to have fun, And get away for rainy days. I know that they think, I've come undone, But I'm in love, I wanna run, run, run away. I'm leaving, are you coming with me? Let me take you out of this town, Let me do it right now, baby, Dancing till dawn, staying forever young. Let's get out of this place, 'Cause you're starting to waste, Within this teenage wasteland. You will never see my face, If you don't get me out of this place, Now, baby, I'm not crazy. I'm leaving, are you coming with me? | 00:04:08 |
 Hollywood's Dead - Lana Del Rey Our kind of love, It was once in a lifetime. It couldn't last, It was doomed from the first time. And you were 50's cool, In blue suede shoes, But it was a cover for, All of the trouble, You got into. I always fall for the wrong guy, Things that are bad always taste nice, That's what girls like me do, lose you. Don't tell me it's over! Don't tell me it's over! Hollywood's dead, Elvis is crying, Vicious in flames, Roland is dying. And in the light, you're, Sickeningly beautiful. Say goodbye, you're, Sickeningly beautiful. This kind of life, Wasn't meant for the good girl. Try as I might, In the end it's a cruel world. And you are living proof, Sinatra aloof, That you were an actor, Who only went after, The ones who swooned. I always fall for the same type, Gangsters in Vegas on game night, That's what girls like me like, The limelight. Don't tell me it's over! Don't tell me it's over! Hollywood's dead, Elvis is crying, Marilyn's sad, Hendrix is lying there. In the light, you're, Sickeningly beautiful. Say goodbye, you're, Sickeningly beautiful. If you should go, Before me then know, That I always loved you, There's no one above you, baby. Don't tell me it's over! Don't tell me it's over! Hollywood's dead, Elvis is crying, Lennon wake up, Cobain stop lying there. In the light, you're, Sickeningly beautiful. Say goodbye, you're, Sickeningly beautiful. Say goodnight, you're, So beautiful! Hollywood's dead, Hollywood's dead, Hollywood's dead, yeah. Hollywood's dead, Hollywood's dead, Hollywood's dead, yeah. (Cut)! | 00:03:21 |
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