Angel (feat. Buddy)

Look, well, hey, girl, I'm Kyle, I'm glad that you asked

You know I know that you know that we know you bad

Every day I hit you up, been waiting for months

But your light-skinned ass never texted me back

Right, yeah, but it's good though, no really, it's good, it's fine

There's really no point in my trying, you do this shit every time

Why don't you make me your main course instead of a fucking side?

I'm a steak, bitch, I'm not some fucking fries, God

Ain't no doubt about it, I'm loving your body, baby

And you know that you got it, so it doesn't matter what they say

Ain't no doubt about it, man, I gotta make you my lady

'Cause when I seen you driving, baby was riding Mercedes

Later on, we calling out your name, baby doll

And I'm pouring out my pain, all alone

Now why would I complain when I have an angel?

Later on, I'm calling out your name, baby doll

And I'm pouring out my pain, all alone

Now why would I complain when I have an angel?

Okay, c'mon, really, what's wrong?

You're like the underlying topic of like ten of my songs

I mean, that's damn near an album

You should be at least a little happy

That the happy rapper cares enough to write these songs about you

Seriously, I don't just do this shit for anyone

You could be with any dude, but them **** ain't any fun

So what's the point of that? Said, stop being an asshole

I wrote this song about you, girl, but I can take it back, you know

Ain't no doubt about it, I'm loving your body, baby

And you know that you got it, so it doesn't matter what they say

Ain't no doubt about it, man, I gotta make you my lady

'Cause when I seen you driving, baby was riding Mercedes

Later on, we calling out your name, baby doll

And I'm pouring out my pain, all alone

Now why would I complain when I have an angel?

Later on, we calling out your name, baby doll

And I'm pouring out my pain, all alone

Now why would I complain when I have an angel?

Your halo's kinda heavy, baby

But c'mon and let me know when you're ready, baby

Now I know your halo's kinda heavy, baby

But c'mon and let me know if you're ready, baby

Later on, we calling out your name, baby doll

And I'm pouring out my pain, all alone

Now why would I complain when I have an angel?

Later on, we calling out your name, baby doll

And I'm pouring out my pain, all alone

Now why would I complain when I have an angel?

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