[Singer]- Take your time young thug.
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Verse one
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PYT, poor young thug, ?
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To hit a nigga wit a slug, wormin' around town
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lookin' for this bitch to fuck, and if she can't hang
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she can get the nut, tis a dog bed to the fours
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and on floors, for enought talkin' cause wit big dresses
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no bra's, let me run it through ya stomach, baby
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thug life, down dirty and dumb from a cum and blunted
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up and down like a roller-coaster, let me hit
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it from the back, to you can relax from the over-doser
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I take my time baby, when you get ya clothes off
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doin' every thing in my power, to get the hoes off
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from back, I feel ya pains and aches, but Huessin can't wait
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who can play me? outdate, dime after dime
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love ain't for thugs, brown-nosin' niggas, nose dirty as the mud
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I get the real honeyz, I showed you how to chill honey
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the best dressed, respect me with the most real money
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Chorus
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[Singer]- Take your time young thug
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[Fatal]- Murder one cases, faces, chance
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[Singer]- Cuz, you fall in love
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[Fatal]- Thug get the money, strip streets and drugs
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[Singer]- Huessin takes away my aches and pains
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[Fatal]- Criminal, ginaral is a dog Huessin
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[Singer]- I'm here to tell you cuz, I have no shame
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[Fatal]- And the way he toss it up, will never get me out the game
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[Singer]- Wanna get a girl, who's down for mine
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[Fatal]- Only ride for you, if you ride for me
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[Singer]- The way he sticks it in, and takes his time
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[Fatal]- Nasty new, PYT, dem come for free
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Verse two
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You know I love it, when you got the thong in
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when I stick it in, and take my time, sweetheart you all in
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baby girl, you make fade the world, tryin' get ya
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all the niggas wit, to confident I won't hit cha
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the wildest thug nigga, you can profile
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In combat, react, criminalies, on a ?
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I'll give you ya space, keep these punks out ya face
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put them hoes in place, tryin' play me like a ace
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ain't no tellin', who jellin', on or behind my back
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I just love it when you cum, cuz I get high and relax
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Chorus
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Verse three
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You want the cheddar, and when I go down sell my Bertta
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rock all my sweaters, and write nasty love letters
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thinkin' bout where I got my tat-tat, on the medal bars
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servin' them getto stars, wit a black mat
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I'm only mobbin' cuz I be, do a quick stick, hit a lick
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wit a trigger like a robbery, and stake honeyz make money
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the same way, them outlaw niggas from ya fake, hood take money<echoes>
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Chorus<end of chorus echoes>
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Take Your Time
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