Angel (ft. Mystikal / Jae Millz / Ace Hood / Gudda Gudda / Birdman / Mack Maine)

Talk to me baby, tell me who I am

Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance

Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance

She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can

Girl I'm all about the angels

Come down from heaven, you angel

Pop that pussy every angle

I swear I love my angel, my angel

You might not believe me, think that I'm trippin', but nigga I saw angel

I did, I did, that trip was big, I mean she was off the chain

I wasn't stalkin' but couldn't stop lookin', like she called my name

Man if I get a chance she might notice I'm fly like I'm off the plane

I'm aimin' my move, you know what I mean

In order to be sacreligious, to look like them religious jeans

Blame her mother, but don't tell her dad

Bitch have got a, heavenly body, but one hell of an ass

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some millzy in it

Ain't no hands inside her body, but I bet she feel me in it

That bathroom in danger when we desoliving anger

I work her ass out so good she got rid of her trainer

Talk to me, bad bitches they honk to me

She a tv-shot non-stop now watch that pussy walk to me

Fuck 'em all girl, we gon' make them sweat

Our top down and it ain't even at webby yet, so

Okay now do me like a favour, or do me like a chore

Or do me in your favourite red bottoms, oh lord

I say my guardian angel, I swear her features a blessin'

She gon' learn today, I taught that pussy a lesson

I beat that up like I just made hell, kiss that pussy whenever do tell

Give her that package, you got mail

When it kind of your love I'll take that (?)

I'm lookin' for you girl, and do shit a molly world

I want a rotten fish, old tuna spoil you girl

She makes that ass clap, like a naughty girl

Introduce you to some better things I can show you girl

Lights on, but take that prada off, I beat it like a xylophone

No phones, but I can be the one that you're calling on

Talk to me baby, walk with me baby

Then we can take a long ride in this charcoal mercedes

I'm the boss you my lady

You keep it wet, I go underwater swimming

I be a shark for you baby

Man I got pussy from my angel, head from my angel

I spent a night in heaven, me and elvis split a mango

She had that aquafina mermaid wet wet

I heard the love gods hollerin' out, "man, we got next"

Her physique is unique like the clothes from boutique

Hit that ass 'til she peak and can't speak

She got wings on that pussy, she's so fucking fly

And everybody say she's dope, but this another high

Talk to me baby my lady and my friend too

Notice flower bomb the scent when she breeze through

Bitches hatin' cause we sitting on top

When you walk the block the traffic stop

The 2-seater that I copped, that's for me and you

Drop the top back, your hair breezing through

I lay my stunt down proper, top shotter original (?)