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feat Willie Taylor Oh, baby I'm talking to you. U-u-uh, yeah. I would buy anything you sell, follow you to hell You got me actin' over in myself Don't drop me, cause I'm in the palm of your hand My boys laughed at me, I don't even care How may it sound I'm just being real, well I'ma speak from the heart I'ma be sincere You seem to be the type I could love for life. I'm tryna found out for myself See if I'm right baby You're killin em close You'd be dressing your ass off Hair and your nails looking fresh from salon You ain't got to be on TV or magazines From my POV (point of view), you're a star to me. Can I, may I get your autograph Or perhaps you could put your number under your name And give the young man a chance to prove you Worth a young woman such as yourself. If I'm deserved it? (Willie Taylor:) Letras de cancionesOh, girl Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of? You my angel, yeah Thug angel! Oh girl, oh I can't get enough of you Come here baby (I need you), yeah. Thug angel! There goes my baby, my lady, my heart beat She the blur circulating Do my thing, she the torch in my brain It go lavish trap for so long to obtain Cause yo dope, she mine If I want her kit, got to treat her everyday as if We just met, and she treat me the same Smile on her face when I walk Inside the room, nothing else matters. Everyday silouhettes, the only living colors Is me and my bitch. Come here, give me kiss and your real hug too They jealous, they tell us to get a room But everyways I'm loveless, and I swear We could make love right here. Get my soft candy, I unwrap you And then pop it in, the flavour everlasting. (Willie Taylor:) Oh, girl Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of? You my angel, yeah Thug angel! Oh girl, oh Come here I can't get enough of you. Come here baby (I need you), yeah. Thug angel! My baby like a simple bass.. to give her happiness She not into all of that, she ain't into all of this I think we found the rest ... And growing all together is in our future, Love chow, waw, orgy, gorgeous Flawless She's all that I'm wanting when I'm boring To my thugs, when we hang out in the clubs Cause I turned down all thet upper brothers But, to her I'm the best thing Since sex is been here She cry when I'm in it, cause It feels so good, like ball beauty ... I doubt that you ever found another like mine And I'll never ours. So if we split, then we both had a loss Your my soft candy , I unwrap you And then pop it in, the flavour long lasting. (Willie Taylor:) Oh, girl Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of? You my angel, yeah Thug angel! Oh girl, oh Come here I can't get enough of you. Come here baby (I need you), yeah. Thug angel! From Letras Mania