Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angel
Performer
Stefflon Don
Vocals
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefflon Don
Composer
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Composer
Keith Sweat
Composer
Fitzgerald Scott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Mixing Engineer
PRGRSHN
Mixing Engineer
Naweed Ahmed
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If you really, really want it
All you gotta do is get up on it
[Verse 2]
If you really, really want it
All you gotta do is get up on it, on it
[Verse 3]
Yeah, really wanted to make love to me
You can come over here right now
Take it off, and start kissin' and huggin' on me
Lovin' on me just to fuck with me
24/7, I'm rocking D
Plus I can see that you lovin' the thug in me (Get up on it)
Girl, just start back, give you the heads up
If you're in a mood, you're gettin' your kitty messed up
Girl, I got a thing, baby girl, with her legs up
Buy shots till the feds come
I just hope that you, yeah, want it
[Verse 4]
You know that it's easy, yeah, ooh, babe
Girl, you know I will be right here
[Verse 5]
Boy, you really want me to make love to you
Fuck up the sheets, go hard and go tight on you
Lights out but, boy, you know I'm gon' shine on you
Don't worry 'bout my ass tight, gon' style on ya
Just wrap my legs around your waist line
If you cum on me, I'll be your dick time
Oh, gimme hindsight, me none a ain't on a shy guy
Wet up the thing, me none a ain't none a dry cry
Honey gon' play, no queen, I'm a gutter so I'm a certified G
Mandem waiting for the D, oh, and party be no one turn up at the hotel
Angel you, got me feelin' to my eyesight, trust me
Eyes on you, complain, I'ma too
Shy man at sports so you know you say you have to show enough girl how to do it
[Verse 6]
You know that it's easy, yeah, oh
Girl, you know I will be right here
[Verse 7]
Fuck around and fall in love with me
He might come over here right now
Push and shovin' 'cause I ain't got nothin' on me
Hold up, baby, got a glove with me
Nobody puttin' their hand on me
Plus I can see that they seein' the thug in me
[Verse 8]
Girl, just start back, give you the head up
If you're in a mood, you're gettin' your kitty messed up
Girl, I got a thing, baby girl, with her legs up
Buy shots till the feds come
I just hope that you really
Written by: Fitzgerald Scott, Keith Sweat, Sirach 'Angel' Charles, Stefflon Don