Lyrics Take Your Time - Hussein 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
Album
In the Line of Fire
1 M. O. B
2 Everyday
3 Friday
4 I Know the Rules
5 Outlaws
6 Time's Wastin'
7 What's Your Life Worth?
8 Getto Star
9 Take Your Time
10 The World Is Changing
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