Birdman - Angel lyrics

[Hook: Detail] Talk to me baby, tell me who I am Tell my n***a I said what's up, when you get a chance Tell my b**h 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 p**y every angle I swear I love my angel, my angel [Verse 1: Mystikal] You might not believe me Think that I'm trippin', but n***a I saw angel I did, I did, that chick was thick I mean she was off the chain I wasn't stalkin' but couldn't stop lookin' Like she called my name Maybe if I get her attention She might notice I'm fly like I'm off the plane I'm whipping my move, you know what I mean It ought be sacrilegious, to look like them religious jeans Blame her mother, but don't tell her dad His chid gotta heavenly body, but one hell of an a** [Verse 2: Jae Millz] 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 bedroom in danger when we desoliving anger I work her a** out so good she got rid of her trainer Talk to me, bad b**hes they honk to me GTV-shot non-stop now watch that p**y walk to me f** 'em all girl, we gon' make them sweat Our top down and it ain't even at weather yet, so [Hook] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Okay now do me like a favor, 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 p**y a lesson I beat that up like I just made hell Kiss that p**y whenever don't tell Give her that package, you got mail When it kind of your love I'll take that L I'm lookin' for you girl, and do sh** a molly world I want a rotten fish, old Tuna spoil you girl [Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] She makes that a** 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 [Hook] [Verse 5: Mack Maine] Man I got p**y 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 a** 'til she peak and can't speak She got wings on that p**y, she's so f**ing fly And everybody say she's dope, but this another high [Verse 6: Birdman] Talk to me baby my lady and my friend too Notice flower bomb the scent when she breeze through b**hes 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 dun dada [Hook]