Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take My Time, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Angel Dust, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Take My Time |
I’m gon' take my time |
Already living too fast, I don’t need to speed up |
At the rate I’m traveling now, I’ma end up with Jesus |
I think I’m losing my mind |
It’s an everyday struggle for me, to try to maintain |
I just the want the money, motherfuck the fame |
Bitch what you mean, you ain’t calling me no mo' |
I thought I already got rid of your ass, a week ago |
When you did what you did, from that moment I didn’t care |
That’s why I was like, I don’t want no company stay over there |
You prolly think cause you got the pussy, you rule me |
Up under that pussy you ain’t nothing but another no good niggga bitch, |
you can’t fool me |
Too many years, I done paid the price |
You must be smoking, if you think I’ma make you my wife |
Even though I’m a rapper, feel like I’m still on the block |
Everyday I damn near shoot somebody, everyday I damn near get shot |
Dealing with fake ass bitches, and fake ass niggas |
You know the ones, that wanna make my cash they cash nigga |
I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about me |
Even though I know your life is meaningless, without me |
You can choke on a meaty dick, with my cum coming from it |
My love is for who I see in the mirror, bitch I promise |
Look I’m six million sold, with ten million ring tones |
You wanna live like me, well first we gotta switch homes |
Cause I keep bread like Michael Vick, way before the dogs |
Me and Ro, blowing purple haze clouds huh |
I won’t stop, until I get that Grammy on my shelf |
Why should I pay you, when I can do it by myself |
The block like the way I put it down for the streets |
I been a fly boy, way before I had the piece |
The F-N on my lap, as I breeze by |
You can’t compare Southwest, to a G-5 |
These rappers hate it, cause we made it out the hood right |
I got some head, so that’s what I call a good flight |
DJ’s, always playing that dance shit |
But meanwhile, I be on some Paris France shit |
So listen up, cause I’ma say this for the last time |
This music shit, will make you lose your mind damn |
I think I wanna pancake, but I’m not talking about a breakfast plate |
I’m tal’n bout three wheel motion, one of my wheels just hanging in the air |
let’s get that straight |
Flipperacci got on a Johnny watch, Z-Ro got on a Johnny watch |
You fellas broke, me and Flip don’t see none of y’all at Johnny’s spots |
It’s Screwed Up Click, until it’s over with |
I been here ever since the beginning, cause I’m a soldier bitch |
You niggas act funny when I’m not on my money, when I’m on my money y’all kiss |
my ass |
Here’s to the future, leaving y’all fucked niggas in the past |
For every critic that hate it, god damn we made it |
Cause when it come to the S.U.C., homeboy we the greatest |
You can’t divide us up, I got the Midas touch |
That mean, everything I touch reach platinum plus |
I smoked weed with Snoop, I drunk Cris' with Jay |
My idols were UGK, we still chopping blades |
And everytime somebody die, they wanna blame it on lean |
But we’ll probably lose our mind, if we went a day clean man |