Fatal

Fatal - Take Your Time songtekst

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 [singer]- take your time young thug.



Verse one

Pytpoor young thug? 

To hit a nigga wit a slugwormin' around town

Lookin' for this bitch to fuckand if she can't hang

She can get the nuttis a dog bed to the fours

And on floorsfor enought talkin' cause wit big dresses

No bra'slet me run it through ya stomachbaby

Thug lifedown dirty and dumb from a cum and blunted

Up and down like a roller-coasterlet me hit

It from the backto you can relax from the over-doser

I take my time babywhen you get ya clothes off

Doin' every thing in my powerto get the hoes off

From backI feel ya pains and achesbut huessin can't wait

Who can play me? outdatedime after dime

Love ain't for thugsbrown-nosin' niggasnose dirty as the mud

I get the real honeyzI showed you how to chill honey

The best dressedrespect me with the most real money



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[singer]- take your time young thug

[fatal]- murder one casesfaceschance

[singer]- cuzyou fall in love

[fatal]- thug get the moneystrip streets and drugs

[singer]- huessin takes away my aches and pains

[fatal]- criminalginaral is a dog huessin

[singer]- I'm here to tell you cuzI have no shame

[fatal]- and the way he toss it upwill never get me out the game

[singer]- wanna get a girlwho's down for mine

[fatal]- only ride for youif you ride for me

[singer]- the way he sticks it inand takes his time

[fatal]- nasty newpytdem come for free



Verse two

You know I love itwhen you got the thong in

When I stick it inand take my timesweetheart you all in

Baby girlyou make fade the worldtryin' get ya

All the niggas witto confident I won't hit cha

The wildest thug niggayou can profile

In combatreactcriminalieson a ? 

I'll give you ya spacekeep these punks out ya face

Put them hoes in placetryin' play me like a ace

Ain't no tellin'who jellin'on or behind my back

I just love it when you cumcuz I get high and relax



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Verse three

You want the cheddarand when I go down sell my bertta

Rock all my sweatersand write nasty love letters

Thinkin' bout where I got my tat-taton the medal bars

Servin' them getto starswit a black mat

I'm only mobbin' cuz I bedo a quick stickhit a lick

Wit a trigger like a robberyand stake honeyz make money

The same waythem outlaw niggas from ya fakehood take money



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