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Текст (слова) песни: Pastor Troy - Are We Cuttin



(feat. ms. jade)

[timbaland scratches throughout]

[intro: pastor troy]

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]

[pt:] oooooooh

[cj:] baby whats your name?

[pt:] oooooooh

[cj:] are you wearin bugle boy jeans?

[pt:] (hell naw!) oooooooh

[cj:] I heard you was from atlanta

[pt:] oooooooh

[cj:] but baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know

Are we cuttin? ! are we cuttin? ! are we cuttin? !

[pt:] oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yea

Oooooooh

She wont see tomorrow, if I dont cut tonight

[verse 1 - pastor troy]

Yeah, friday night (yeah)

Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)

Got a nigga smellin fresh as a rose

Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause yall!)

Sharp as a knife, and this is the life

Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?

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

The dance flo (yeah) thats my shit (yeah)

Baby girl let ya hair down

Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit

I ammm low-key

You dont wanna leave? (cmon baby)

You dont wanna go back to the suite (cmon)

Let you caress my feet, huh

Now what you wanna know?

[chorus]

[verse 2 - pastor troy]

Off the chain!

Damn! damn boo

Where ya been all my lifetime?

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

What I do? (whoaa) mind my bizz

No I cant take ya home wit me

Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz

Saturday morn (damn!) damn Im weak

Knew whassup when you came to the room

Talkin about gettin some sleep

Shes the, the-truth, shorty got loose

Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute

[chorus]

[verse 3 - ms. jade]

What you talkin?

I, bring heat when its hawkin

Cause i, cant stand a man that dont understand

Im weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand

Im, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest

Fuck the strawberrys and chocolate (ohh)

Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin

Its all about the timin; i, really like "vice versa"

But, tonights 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 timbs

Pastor troy, wont you just pass the boy

In a, split second Im answerin all questions

You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress

And so tell me

[chorus - repeat to fade]

 

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