Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Pastor TroyНазвание : Are We Cuttin`Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : dirty south rap crunk hip-hop hip hop Видео:
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[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 [Jade:] Baby what` your name? [PT:] Oooooooh [Jade:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans? [PT:] (Hell naw!) Oooooooh [Jade:] I heard you was from Atlanta [PT:] Oooooooh [Jade:] 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!) There`s a knife, and this is the life Pastorrr, ya take 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, twurkin` wit I ammm 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] [Verse 2 - Pastor Troy] 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? (whoaa) Mind my bizz No I can`t take ya home wit me Baby girl, it is what it is Saturday morn` (damn!) damn I`m weak Knew wassup when you came to the room Talkin` about getting` some free chee-ba! The-truth, Charline 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) hHnnessy in the convents, say they kissin` and grindin` It`s all about the timin`; 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 | Похожие исполнители:
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