My Angel Prodigy (Ft. 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?

Oh, 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!