Ang3lina

Ghetto Lovin' Lyrics by Ang3lina

Oooooohhh ooohh
Ang3lina
I got this fever

Jimmy shoes, slim fit jeans
Flashy rides tebinkolela no
Byolina ebikwewanisa byapa?
Kubanga ebyo bigwawo oh!
Njagala mukwano gwa dala
Oyogera money nze nonya honey eh eh!
Me not about di duty love
Me want a man fi prove himself him real and special

Me na do ghetto lovin'
I don't want your money, your cars
Or saying that you own all that
Me na do ghetto lovin'
Ebintu ebye kiyaaye, bitwaale
Me na do ghetto lovin'
If you want me you don't have to put on a show
Me na do ghetto lovin'
Ghetto lovin', me na do ghetto lovin'

Ihh yeah ihh eh! Ihh yeah ihh eh! (Ghetto lovin' me na do ghetto lovin')
Ihh yeah ihh eh! Ihh yeah ihh eh! (Ghetto lovin' me na do ghetto lovin')
Ihh yeah ihh eh! Ihh yeah ihh eh! (Ghetto lovin' me na do ghetto lovin')
Ihh yeah ihh eh! Ihh yeah ihh eh!

You think you gat it, no you ain't got it
Beemer, Benz and Bentley mean nothing to my mama
Ebyamalala nokwelaga nzeebyo tembi zimba
I'm not tryna change u but that ain't love
Don't you ever call this a relationship
Mr. wanna marry me but yet you cheat
You gat di looks but not enough dedication
I wanna man that I can show out to the nation

And If you wanna call me yo lady
Cut the BS, better not waste my time
If wanted I would roll with the bad boys
It's not the money (money)
I don't want it (want it)
All I want (want)
Is your lovin' (lovin')
So cut dat ghetto (ghetto)
Lovin' (lovin')
Cos baby