Take Your Time Lyrics - Singles - Fatal

[singer]- take your time young thug. 

Verse one 

Pyt, poor young thug, ? 

To hit a nigga wit a slug, wormin' around town 

Lookin' for this bitch to fuck, and if she can't hang 

She can get the nut, tis a dog bed to the fours 

And on floors, for enought talkin' cause wit big dresses 

No bra's, let me run it through ya stomach, baby 

Thug life, down dirty and dumb from a cum and blunted 

Up and down like a roller-coaster, let me hit 

It from the back, to you can relax from the over-doser 

I take my time baby, when you get ya clothes off 

Doin' every thing in my power, to get the hoes off 

From back, I feel ya pains and aches, but huessin can't wait 

Who can play me? outdate, dime after dime 

Love ain't for thugs, brown-nosin' niggas, nose dirty as the mud 

I get the real honeyz, I showed you how to chill honey 

The best dressed, respect me with the most real money 

Chorus 

[singer]- take your time young thug 

[fatal]- murder one cases, faces, chance 

[singer]- 'cause, you fall in love 

[fatal]- thug get the money, strip streets and drugs 

[singer]- huessin takes away my aches and pains 

[fatal]- criminal, ginaral is a dog huessin 

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

[fatal]- and the way he toss it up, will never get me out the game 

[singer]- wanna get a girl, who's down for mine 

[fatal]- only ride for you, if you ride for me 

[singer]- the way he sticks it in, and takes his time 

[fatal]- nasty new, pyt, dem come for free 

Verse two 

You know I love it, when you got the thong in 

When I stick it in, and take my time, sweetheart you all in 

Baby girl, you make fade the world, tryin' get ya 

All the niggas wit, to confident I won't hit cha 

The wildest thug nigga, you can profile 

In combat, react, criminalies, on a ? 

I'll give you ya space, keep these punks out ya face 

Put them hoes in place, tryin' play me like a ace 

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

I just love it when you cum, 'cause I get high and relax 

Chorus 

Verse three 

You want the cheddar, and when I go down sell my bertta 

Rock all my sweaters, and write nasty love letters 

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

Servin' them getto stars, wit a black mat 

I'm only mobbin' 'cause I be, do a quick stick, hit a lick 

Wit a trigger like a robbery, and stake honeyz make money 

The same way, them outlaw niggas from ya fake, hood take money 

Chorus