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Are We Cuttin' Lyrics Artist(Band):Pastor Troy
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] If you find some error in 2nd Self Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Visitors interested in Pastor Troy Lyrics may also interested in: |
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