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Testo My Angel - Prodigy

Testo della canzone My Angel (Prodigy), tratta dall'album H.N.I.C. 3

Oh, baby, I'm talkin' to you
Ooh
Uh (Uh)
Yeah
I will buy anything you sell, follow you to hell
You got me actin' over there myself
Don't drop me 'cause I'm in the palm of your hand
My boys laugh at me and I don't even care
How it may appear, sound, I'm just bein' real
I'ma speak from the heart, I'ma be sincere
You seem to be the type I could love for life
I'm tryna find out for myself and see if I'm right
Baby, you killin' them clothes, you be dressin' your ass off
Hair and your nails lookin' fresh to salon
You ain't gotta be on TV or magazines
From my POV, you a star to me
Can I, may I get your autograph, babe?
Perhaps you could put your number under your name
And give a young man a chance to prove I'm worthy
Of a young woman such as yourself I'm deservin'
Oh, baby, oh, sugar baby
I can't get enough of you, my angel
Yeah, thug angel
Oh, baby, oh, I can't get enough of you
Come here, baby, yeah (My angel)
Ooh (Thug angel)
There goes my baby, my lady
My heartbeat, she the blood circulatin'
Through my veins, she the thoughts in my brain
The goal I've been strivin' so long to obtain
'Cause although she's mine, if I want her kept
Gotta treat her every day as if we just met
And she treat me the same, smile on her face
When I walk inside the room, nothin' else matters
Everything silhouettes
The only livin' colors is me and my bitch
Come here, give me kiss and a real hug too
They jealous and tell us to get a room
But everywhere is our love lair
And I swear if we could, we'd make love right here
You my soft candy, I unwrap you
And pop it in, the flavor everlastin'
Oh, baby, come here, baby
I can't get enough of you, my angel
Come here, baby, yeah (Thug angel)
Oh, oh, come here
I can't get enough of you, oh (My angel)
Ooh (Thug angel)
Yo, listen, my baby like the simple things that give her happiness
She not into all of that, she into all of this
Different from the rest, that's why I pursued her
And growin' old together is in our future
Love child, wild orchid, gorgeous, flawless
She's all that I'm wantin', I'm boring
To my dogs when we hang out at the club
'Cause I turn down all the other broads
But to her, I'm the best thing since
Sex was invented, she cry when I'm in it
'Cause it feels so good like Barbuda weather
I doubt that you'll ever find another like mine
And I'll never yours
So if we split, then we both at a loss
You my soft candy, I unwrap you
And pop it in, the flavor long lastin'
Oh, baby, oh, sugar baby
I can't get enough of you, my angel
Yeah, thug angel
Oh, baby, oh, I can't get enough of you
Come here, baby, yeah (My angel)
Ooh (Thug angel)



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Writer(s): Tim Kelley, Bob Robinson, Bobby Marcel Wilson
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