Ghetto ringtone on your mobile phone

She's 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, 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


CHORUS:

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.


BRIDGE:

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


CHORUS

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


BRIDGE


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!


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.

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...


CHORUS

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


Uh, uh, don't make me ghetto.


(Thanks to Jocasta for these lyrics)