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.