| Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
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| Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
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| Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
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| Ha-ha, ha-ha
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| Oooooooh
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| Baby what’s your name?
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| Oooooooh
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| Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
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| (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
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| I heard you was from Atlanta
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| Oooooooh
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| But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
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| Are we cuttin'?! |
| Are we cuttin'?! |
| Are we cuttin'?!
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| Oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yea
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| Oooooooh
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| She won’t see tomorrow, if I don’t cut tonight
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| Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
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| Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)
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| Got a nigga smellin fresh as a rose
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| Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y’all!)
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| Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
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| Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?
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| Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? |
| (uh)
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| The dance flo'(yeah) that’s my shit (yeah)
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| Baby girl let ya hair down
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| Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit
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| I ammm low-key
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| You don’t wanna leave? |
| (c'mon baby)
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| You don’t wanna go back to the suite (c'mon)
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| Let you caress my feet, huh
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| Now what you wanna know?
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| Off the chain!
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| Damn! |
| Damn boo
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| Where ya been all my lifetime?
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| Let me fuck ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
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| What I do? |
| (whoaa) Mind my bizz
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| No I can’t take ya home wit me Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz
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| Saturday morn'(damn!) damn I’m weak
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| Knew whassup when you came to the room
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| Talkin about gettin some sleep
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| She’s the, the-truth, shorty got loose
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| Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute
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| What you talkin?
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| I, bring heat when it’s hawkin
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| Cause I, can’t stand a man that don’t understand
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| I’m weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand
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| I’m, bout to kill it; |
| you, dealin wit the realest
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| Fuck the strawberry’s and chocolate (ohh)
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| Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin
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| It’s all about the timin; |
| I, really like Vice Versa
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| But, tonight’s much worser, and um Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
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| Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb’s
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| Pastor Troy, won’t you just pass the boy
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| In a, split second I’m answerin all questions
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| You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress
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| And so tell me
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| — repeat to fade |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Are We Cuttin', artist - Pastor Troy. Album song The Best of Pastor Troy, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп