Are We Cuttin' (Album Version|Edited)-Pastor Troy

Are We Cuttin' (Album Version|Edited)

歌手:Pastor Troy

时间:2002-01-01

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Are We Cuttin' (Album Version|Edited) - Pastor Troy/Ms. Jade

Ha-ha ha-ha come here girl

Ha-ha ha-ha come here girl

Ha-ha ha-ha come here girl

Ha-ha ha-ha come here girl

Oooooooh

Baby what's your name

Oooooooh

Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans

(Hell naw ) Oooooooh

I heard you was from Atlanta

Oooooooh

But baby please excuse my manners

I just want to know

Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'

Oooooooh hell yea yeah yeah yea

Oooooooh

She won't see tomorrow

If I don't cut tonight

Yeah Friday night

Yeah ballin holmes (yeah)

Got a ni**a smellin fresh as a rose

Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes

(cause why'all )

Sharp as a knife and this is the life

Pastorrr ya tell me how ya love that

Let a ni**a see that p**sy crack

Where you at (uh)

The dance flo' (yeah) that's my sh*t (yeah)

Baby girl let ya hair down

Show a ni**a what you workin wit

Twerkin wit

I ammm low-key

You don't want to leave (c'mon baby)

You don't want to go back to the suite (c'mon)

Let you caress my feet huh

Now what you want to know

Oooooooh

Baby what's your name

Oooooooh

Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans

(Hell naw ) Oooooooh

I heard you was from Atlanta

Oooooooh

But baby please excuse my manners

I just want to know

Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'

Oooooooh hell yea hell yea hell yea

Oooooooh

She won't see tomorrow

If I don't cut tonight

Off the chain

Damn Damn boo

Where ya been all my lifetime

Let me f**k ya 'til the sun shine

(uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)

What I do (whoaa) Mind my bizz

No I can't take ya home wit me

Baby girl it is what it is show biz

Saturday morn' (damn )

Damn I'm weak

Knew whassup when you came to the room

Talkin about gettin some sleep

She's the the-truth shorty got loose

Sorry but all I needed was a pretty

Red substitute come on

Oooooooh

Baby what's your name

Oooooooh

Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans

(Hell naw ) Oooooooh

I heard you was from Atlanta

Oooooooh

But baby please excuse my manners

I just want to know

Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'

Oooooooh hell yea yeah yeah yea

Oooooooh

She won't see tomorrow

If I don't cut tonight

What you talkin

I bring heat when it's hawkin

'Cause I can't stand a man

That don't understand

I'm weighing kilos and grams

The b**ch wit the upper-hand

I'm bout to kill it; you dealin wit the realest

F**k the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)

Hennessy and a condom

Say they kissin and grindin

It's all about the timin; I

Really like "Vice Versa"

But tonight's much worser and um

Philly chick you only travel

Wit for best of men

Hand me out Atlanta just to see you

In your belt and Timb's

Pastor Troy won't you just pass the boy

In a split second I'm answerin all questions

You dummies are still confessin

How money make you undress

And so tell me

Oooooooh

Baby what's your name

Oooooooh

Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans

(Hell naw ) Oooooooh

I heard you was from Atlanta

Oooooooh

But baby please excuse my manners

I just want to know

Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'

Oooooooh hell yea yeah yeah yea

Oooooooh

She won't see tomorrow

If I don't cut tonight

Oooooooh

Baby what's your name

Oooooooh

Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans

(Hell naw ) Oooooooh

I heard you was from Atlanta

Oooooooh

But baby please excuse my manners

I just want to know

Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'

Oooooooh hell yea yeah yeah yea

Oooooooh

She won't see tomorrow

If I don't cut tonight

Come here girl

Come here girl

Come on

Come on

Were baby now

Were baby now

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