Oh, baby I'm talking to you. 
U-u-uh, yeah. 
I would buy anything you sell, follow you to [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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:) 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  [bad word] 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 [bad word] here 
I can't get enough of you. [bad word] 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  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 [bad word] here 
I can't get enough of you. [bad word] here baby (I need you), yeah. 
Thug angel!