Текст песни Pastor Troy - Are We Cuttin`
Pastor Troy - Are We Cuttin` слова песни
[Intro: Pastor Troy]Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girlHa-ha, ha-ha, come here girlHa-ha, ha-ha, come here girlHa-ha, ha-ha[Chorus][PT:] Oooooooh[Jade:] Baby what` 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, yeah yeah yea 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 roseGrab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y`all!)There`s a knife, and this is the lifePastorrr, ya take me how ya love that?Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)The dance flo` (yeah) that`s my shit (yeah)Baby girl let ya hair downShow a nigga what you workin` wit, twurkin` witI ammm low-keyYou don`t wanna leave? (c`mon baby)You don`t wanna go back to the sweet (c`mon)Let you caress my feet, huhNow what you wanna know?[Chorus][Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]Off the chain!Damn! Damn booWhere 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 bizzNo I can`t take ya home wit meBaby girl, it is what it isSaturday morn` (damn!) damn I`m weakKnew wassup when you came to the roomTalkin` about getting` some free chee-ba!The-truth, Charline got looseSorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute[Chorus][Verse 3 - Ms. Jade]What you talkin`?I, bring heat when it`s hawkinCause I, can`t stand a man that don`t understandI`m weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-handI`m, bout to kill it; you, dealin` wit the realestFuck the strawberry`s and chocolate (ohh)hHnnessy in the convents, say they kissin` and grindin`It`s all about the timin`; I, really like vice-versaBut, tonight`s much worsa`, and umPhilly chick you only travel wit for best of menHand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb`sPastor Troy, won`t you just pass the boyIn a, split second I`m answerin` all questionsYou dummies are still convinced how money make you undressAnd so tell me[Chorus] (2x) to fade