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 CuttinДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : dirty south rap crunk hip-hop hip hop Видео:
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(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 whats 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 wont see tomorrow, if I dont 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 yall!) 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) thats my shit (yeah) Baby girl let ya hair down Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit I ammm low-key You dont wanna leave? (cmon baby) You dont wanna go back to the suite (cmon) 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 cant take ya home wit me Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz Saturday morn (damn!) damn Im weak Knew whassup when you came to the room Talkin about gettin some sleep Shes 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 its hawkin Cause i, cant stand a man that dont understand Im weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand Im, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest Fuck the strawberrys and chocolate (ohh) Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin Its all about the timin; i, really like "vice versa" But, tonights 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 timbs Pastor troy, wont you just pass the boy In a, split second Im answerin all questions You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress And so tell me [chorus - repeat to fade] | Похожие исполнители:
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