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Take Your Time by Buckshotالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Take Your Time by Buckshot

     

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I invited you to the club so what, so what
Don't mean you gotta hang all up under me
You a big girl don't act out, word up
'Cause you ain't gonna gain no clout, no doubt
I know you want to be wit me, but I
Stay single and remain mingle and
'Cause there's so many out jinglin', oh my God
So I guess time will tell what's out there for Swan
To move it on, is what you always say to me
That's what I always do, but you still pagin' me
What's the deal? You ask keep it real, so it be
But I come to find out that got at least three
More 'fro's that you braidin', on the D-L
So I guess it's time for me to bounce the ball like Sprewell
See well, you could of had it all, Ms. Dove
But you showin' Swan, ain't that much love
Get control of your life, get control of your mind
Get control of your body, girl, take your time

[Chorus:]
Take your time, take your time
Take your time, take your, take your time
Take your time, take your, take your time
Take your time, take your time

Listen up quick, baby jink
Gotta lotta shit to get wit, stuck in the game and I can't
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Buck's hot as cool, to see a fan when I'm on the spot
Now some think I'm not, human
Even thought I got the bomb and my shit's boomin
I'm leavin' your room in, no space
If you want to make a mistake, get up in my face
Talkin' about, yo I gotta be off
Pause, just because you want to get up in my drawers
You ready to break laws, visions of your clothes in my back
Just because you stack, now you want to act
Like you know you got your rhyme on cock
And everything I do, shit stop for you, shit
Please, thirty two degrees, of the breeze
About to hit you wit the good law special
Why did you, how could you, get upset

When I said my money comes first, I bet
You don't know, that I gotta lotta shit on my mind
So before I fall off, momma said

[Chorus:]

You want to know why I be trippin' when I hear her name
'Cause every rider in the hood, know she all about game
See me on the block, she ask me where I been
She know where I been, probably tryin' to cash in
See me in the Vibe, see me in The Source
Got my act together, she see me on floss
Now you want to fuck me, slow down girl
I used to want to fuck you, but I been around the world
I seen the more, dealt wit a lot
Now what make you think I'm gonna pay for that twat
That's what you here for? You exceedin'
Definitely speedin', slow down girl
Get control of your life, get control of your mind
Get control of your body, girl, take your time

[Chorus:]

Now you want to stress me out, you put me on a route til my hair fall out
Now what's that all about? I'mma bob and weave
Duck ya bullshit, see Buck ain't up, fuck ya bullshit
Bitch, tellin' me my style was a fluke
'Cause I wouldn't give you boots, and you thought I was cute
I got loot, see money is all that I'm about
Just coolin' wit my niggas and bustin' it out
I'm BDI, you could tell by the vision I use
I see you fake bitches for blocks, I never snooze
See she want to put me on cruise
Set me on a straight path, what about I had to laugh at her
'Cause I ain't gon' fall, runnin' around talkin' about New York
Check this out, now she ready to brawl
I got a call from the C.O.P., tellin' me to stand tall
Caught me in the mall wit all, my homies wit me
Shorty had to be on the scale of one to three
Damn, a dime, but whatever poppa said, BDI, you gotta

[Chorus:]

Writer : HENDERSON, ANTHONY/FORSHA, REBECCA/CROMARTIE, KIMBERLY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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