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Take your time Lyricsby Fatal Buy album CD: In the Line of Fire [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]- Cuz, 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 cuz, 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, cuz 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' cuz 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
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