Cancion : Are We Cuttin' Artista : Pastor Troy Album : Universal Soldier Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-are-we-cuttin-de-pastor-troy [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 [Hook] [PT:] Oooooooh [CJ:] Baby what's your name? [PT:] Oooooooh [CJ:] Are you wearing 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 yeah, yeah yeah yeah Oooooooh She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight [Verso 1 - Pastor Troy] Yeah, Friday night (yeah) Yeah, balling holmes (yeah) Got a nigga smelling fresh as a rose Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!) Sharp as a knife, and this is the life Pastor, 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 working with, twerking with (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? [Hook] [Verso 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 biz No I can't take ya home with me Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz Saturday morning (damn!) damn I'm weak Knew whassup when you came to the room Talkin about getting some sleep She's the, the-truth, shorty got loose Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute [Hook] [Verso 3 - Ms. Jade] What you talking? I, bring heat when it's hawking Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch with the upper-hand I'm, bout to kill it; you, dealing with the realest Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh) Hennessy and a condom, say they kissing and grinding It's all about the timing; I, really like "Vice Versa" But, tonight's much worser, and um Philly chick you only travel with the 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 answering all questions You dummies are still confessing how much money make you undress And so tell me [Hook] - repeat to fade ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================