Red Cafe - Angel lyrics
[Red Cafe - Angel lyrics]
What else, what's up? (yeah) what's up?
What's up? Huh? Izzar, what's up?
What's up, what's up?
You a diamond in the rough, links to my cuffs
Keep a nigga sharper than the
Crease in my tux
Is it really love? Is it hype? Is it lust?
Whatever is it, I'm loaded, I need to bust
Manicure, pedicure
Scratch it - I'm the better cure
I'm a winner
So you know and where I'm headin' for
Bottom ain't a option, the top got a slot
With yours and my name
So the picture won't crop
Your stats went up since you
Got ya booty shot, now ya booty hot
Sick, it need a flu shot
You know I keep it dirty, 7: 30, how you like
No need to pack a bag, it's movin'
This is the life (what else)
Angel you the baddest
Ain't another chick fuckin' with yo' status
Yo' name is angel you's a lady boss
Everybody wanna taste of your lady sauce
What else? Angel in ya birthday suit like
Yeah, a wet birthday suit, huh
Angel you's a lady boss
Don't ever let 'em get a
Taste of that lady sauce, what else
Shorty dangerous, in her own right
I'm like security, stand up the whole night
Every day I hustle like my name Russell
And I'm gettin' chips
Lay's with the little Ruffles
I'm knowin' these suckers be talkin'
That you don't listen
'Cause ev'rytime you listen
It sound like intermission
Just be my co-pilot, mama, I'm in position
Now ev'rybody bitin'
I feel like I'm goin' fishin'
She ask me did I come
She screamin' I'm the best
The best is yet to come
If we talkin' 'bout sex
Plant seeds, watch 'em grow like palm trees
Collar up, reminiscent of the Fonzie
Where you at my
Angel you the baddest
Ain't another chick fuckin' with yo' status
Yo' name is angel you's a lady boss
Everybody wanna taste of your lady sauce
What else? Angel in ya birthday suit like
Yeah, a wet birthday suit, huh
Angel you's a lady boss
Don't ever let 'em get a
Taste of that lady sauce, what else
What's up? Huh? Izzar, what's up?
What's up, what's up?
You a diamond in the rough, links to my cuffs
Keep a nigga sharper than the
Crease in my tux
Is it really love? Is it hype? Is it lust?
Whatever is it, I'm loaded, I need to bust
Manicure, pedicure
Scratch it - I'm the better cure
I'm a winner
So you know and where I'm headin' for
Bottom ain't a option, the top got a slot
With yours and my name
So the picture won't crop
Your stats went up since you
Got ya booty shot, now ya booty hot
Sick, it need a flu shot
You know I keep it dirty, 7: 30, how you like
No need to pack a bag, it's movin'
This is the life (what else)
Angel you the baddest
Ain't another chick fuckin' with yo' status
Yo' name is angel you's a lady boss
Everybody wanna taste of your lady sauce
What else? Angel in ya birthday suit like
Yeah, a wet birthday suit, huh
Angel you's a lady boss
Don't ever let 'em get a
Taste of that lady sauce, what else
Shorty dangerous, in her own right
I'm like security, stand up the whole night
Every day I hustle like my name Russell
And I'm gettin' chips
Lay's with the little Ruffles
I'm knowin' these suckers be talkin'
That you don't listen
'Cause ev'rytime you listen
It sound like intermission
Just be my co-pilot, mama, I'm in position
Now ev'rybody bitin'
I feel like I'm goin' fishin'
She ask me did I come
She screamin' I'm the best
The best is yet to come
If we talkin' 'bout sex
Plant seeds, watch 'em grow like palm trees
Collar up, reminiscent of the Fonzie
Where you at my
Angel you the baddest
Ain't another chick fuckin' with yo' status
Yo' name is angel you's a lady boss
Everybody wanna taste of your lady sauce
What else? Angel in ya birthday suit like
Yeah, a wet birthday suit, huh
Angel you's a lady boss
Don't ever let 'em get a
Taste of that lady sauce, what else