Текст песни Fatal - Take Your Time
Fatal - Take Your Time слова песни
[Singer]- Take your time young thug. Verse onePYT, poor young thug, ?To hit a nigga wit a slug, wormin` around townlookin` for this bitch to fuck, and if she can`t hangshe can get the nut, tis a dog bed to the foursand on floors, for enought talkin` cause wit big dresses no bra`s, let me run it through ya stomach, babythug life, down dirty and dumb from a cum and bluntedup and down like a roller-coaster, let me hit it from the back, to you can relax from the over-doserI take my time baby, when you get ya clothes offdoin` every thing in my power, to get the hoes offfrom back, I feel ya pains and aches, but Huessin can`t waitwho can play me? outdate, dime after dimelove ain`t for thugs, brown-nosin` niggas, nose dirty as the mudI get the real honeyz, I showed you how to chill honeythe 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 twoYou know I love it, when you got the thong inwhen I stick it in, and take my time, sweetheart you all inbaby girl, you make fade the world, tryin` get yaall the niggas wit, to confident I won`t hit chathe wildest thug nigga, you can profileIn combat, react, criminalies, on a ?I`ll give you ya space, keep these punks out ya faceput them hoes in place, tryin` play me like a aceain`t no tellin`, who jellin`, on or behind my backI just love it when you cum, cuz I get high and relax Chorus Verse threeYou want the cheddar, and when I go down sell my Berttarock all my sweaters, and write nasty love lettersthinkin` bout where I got my tat-tat, on the medal barsservin` them getto stars, wit a black matI`m only mobbin` cuz I be, do a quick stick, hit a lickwit a trigger like a robbery, and stake honeyz make moneythe same way, them outlaw niggas from ya fake, hood take money Chorus