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Are-We-Cuttin Lyrics
    

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

[Chorus]
(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?

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

[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]


Pastor Troy Lyrics

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