Pastor Troy feat. Ms. Jade Lyrics
"Are We Cuttin?"
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[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
[Jade:] Baby what's your name?
[PT:] Oooooooh
[Jade:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
[PT:] (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
[Jade:] I heard you was from Atlanta
[PT:] Oooooooh
[Jade:] But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?!
Are we cuttin'?!
Are we cuttin'?!
[PT::] Oooooooh
Hell yea, hel- hel- hell yeah
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin' holmes (yeah)
Got a nigga smellin' fresh as a rose
Grab my shit and tuck my clothes (cause I'm)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?
Let a nigga see that pussy cat, 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 ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the suit (c'mon)
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 'till 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 wassup when you came to the room
Talkin' about getting' some free, She was!
The-truth, Shawty got loose
Sorry, but all I needed is a pretty red substitute
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - 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 strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Henessy and the condoms, say they kissin' and grindin'
It's all about the timin'; I, really like vice-versa
But, tonight's much worsa', and um
Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
Have me out in 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 convessin' how money make you undress
And so tell me
[Chorus] (2x) to fade
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
[Jade:] Baby what's your name?
[PT:] Oooooooh
[Jade:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
[PT:] (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
[Jade:] I heard you was from Atlanta
[PT:] Oooooooh
[Jade:] But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?!
Are we cuttin'?!
Are we cuttin'?!
[PT::] Oooooooh
Hell yea, hel- hel- hell yeah
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin' holmes (yeah)
Got a nigga smellin' fresh as a rose
Grab my shit and tuck my clothes (cause I'm)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?
Let a nigga see that pussy cat, 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 ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the suit (c'mon)
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 'till 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 wassup when you came to the room
Talkin' about getting' some free, She was!
The-truth, Shawty got loose
Sorry, but all I needed is a pretty red substitute
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - 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 strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Henessy and the condoms, say they kissin' and grindin'
It's all about the timin'; I, really like vice-versa
But, tonight's much worsa', and um
Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
Have me out in 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 convessin' how money make you undress
And so tell me
[Chorus] (2x) to fade