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Are We Cuttin' (Album Version Main) - 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, come here girl

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 want to know
Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'
Oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow,
if I don't cut tonight
Yeah, Friday night

Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)
Got a nigga smellin fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes
(cause why'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 want to leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't want to go back to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you want to know?
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 want to know
Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'
Oooooooh, hell yea,hell yea,hell yea,

Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow,
if I don't cut tonight

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 come on
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 want to know
Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'

Oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow,
if I don't cut tonight

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
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 want to know
Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'
Oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow,
if I don't cut tonight
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 want to know
Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin' Are we cuttin'
Oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow,
if I don't cut tonight

come here girl

come here girl

come on

come on
were baby now

were baby now