Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy - Are We Cuttin'

rate me

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


(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 wanna know

Are we cuttin'?!

Are we cuttin'?!

Are we cuttin'?!

(Oooooooh, hell yea, yea yea yea yea)

(Oooooooh, she won't see tomorrow if I don't cut tonight)

Yeah, Friday night (yeah) yeah, ballin' homes (yeah)

Got a nigga smellin' fresh as a rose

Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (Sharp!)

As a knife, and this is the life

Pastor, ya tell me how ya love that?

Let a nigga see that pussy clap, where you at? (uh)

The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)

Baby girl let ya hair down

Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit

I ammmm low-key you don't wanna leave (c'mon baby)

You don't wanna go back to the sweet (c'mon)

Let you caress my feet, huh, now what you wanna know?


Off the chain, damn, damn boo

Where ya been all my lifetime?

Let me fuck ya till the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)

What I do? (whoa) 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 wassup when you came to the room

Talkin' about getting some sleep

she was thuggin to, shorty got loose

Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute


[Ms. Jade]

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 bitch wit the upper-hand

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

Fuck the strawberries and chocolate (ohh)

Hennessy and the condoms, save the kissin' and grindin'

It's all about the timin';and ,uh, I really like vice-versa

But tonight's much worsa', 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 convinced how money make you undress

And so tell me

[Chorus 2x to fade]

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