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Pastor Troy lyrics Are We Cuttin' lyrics (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 what's 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 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 kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!) 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) that's my shit (yeah) Baby girl let ya hair down Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit I ammm low-key You don't wanna leave (c'mon baby) You don't wanna go back to the suite (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 'til 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 whassup when you came to the room Talkin about gettin some sleep She's 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 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) Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin It's all about the timin; I, really like "Vice Versa" But, tonight's 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 Timb's Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy In a, split second I'm answerin all questions You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress And so tell me [Chorus - repeat to fade] Other Pastor Troy lyrics: It's Too Late Now, We Ready!!! lyrics No Mo Play In GA lyrics Stop Tryin' lyrics Help Me Rhonda lyrics For Survival lyrics We Want Some Answers lyrics Above The Law lyrics Eternal Yard Dash lyrics I Declare War!!! lyrics It's On Down Here lyrics Livin' Today Thru... lyrics Ain't No Sunshine lyrics Champion lyrics Then I Got Change lyrics Mind On My Money lyrics Brang Yo Army lyrics Pastor Troy 4 President lyrics Throw Your Flags Up lyrics Intro (Walk Like Y'all Talk It) lyrics Ghetto Raised lyrics The Congregation lyrics Down South Nigga 4 Life lyrics Havin' A Bad Day lyrics Look What I'm Going Thru lyrics Throw Dem Bows lyrics Get Em' Up lyrics Face Off - Intro lyrics This Tha City lyrics Frame Me lyrics My Niggaz Is The Grind lyrics Move To Mars lyrics I'm Made lyrics Can You Stand The Game lyrics Throw Your Flags lyrics Vice Versa lyrics Oh Father lyrics Universal Soldier lyrics Who, What, When, Where lyrics Chug-A-Lug lyrics You Can't Pimp Me lyrics No Mo Play In GA Pt. 2 lyrics If They Kill Me lyrics Bless America lyrics You Got Tha Heart? lyrics We Dem Georgia Boyz lyrics The Last Supper lyrics I Be Damn lyrics |