Texty:
Fatal Take Your Time

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

gettin' bigger You take me out in the lights I wanna have me a good time The bass is feelin' nice It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger I can be your

, come break 'em down Taking no shorts, no losses, man Bone, come break 'em down Taking no shorts, no losses, man Bone, come break 'em down Taking no

"one-eighty-seven" and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's fucked. Your feelin' wrath of the Boneyard, thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift, then comin' up for your

Although you made yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind Cause down the stretch, you lose your grips on reality And he who grips, slip on life fades fatality

I wanna talk 'cause, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town And get torn apart, times wastin' Chorus [singer]- it's the life that you live, when your

' to your friends Short Dog came through with the satisfaction Now you runnin' round like a fatal attraction 'Cause I been in the pussy for the last few days Don't take

trip and a half around the world Catch her gettin busy, bitch wouldn't stop She's the kind a girl that make your toes pop Every time I used to see her

to the time? Life can pass you buy Just watch how fast it flies 1989's when I started mine Now I'm like what happened to the time? By the time I hit