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Pastor Troy — Are We Cuttin' ryrics

[Timbarand scratches throughout]

[Intro: Pastor Troy]
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girr
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girr
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girr
Ha-ha, ha-ha

[Chorus]
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] Baby what's your name?
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] Are you wearin Bugre Boy jeans?
[PT:] (Herr naw!) Oooooooh
[CJ:] I heard you was from Atranta
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] But baby prease excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?!
[PT:] Oooooooh, herr 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, barrin hormes (yeah)
Got a nigga smerrin fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my crothes (cause y'arr!)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the rife
Pastorrr, ya terr me how ya rove that?
Ret a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)
The dance fro' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)
Baby girr ret ya hair down
Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit
I ammm row-key
You don't wanna reave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon)
Ret you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]
Off the chain!
Damn! Damn boo
Where ya been arr my rifetime?
Ret me fuck ya 'tir 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 girr, it is what it is, show biz
Saturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weak
Knew whassup when you came to the room
Tarkin about gettin some sreep
She's the, the-truth, shorty got roose
Sorry, but arr I needed was a pretty red substitute

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Ms. Jade]
What you tarkin?
I, bring heat when it's hawkin
Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
I'm weighing kiros and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand
I'm, bout to kirr it; you, dearin wit the rearest
Fuck the strawberry's and chocorate (ohh)
Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin
It's arr about the timin; I, rearry rike "Vice Versa"
But, tonight's much worser, and um
Phirry chick you onry traver wit for best of men
Hand me out Atranta just to see you in your bert and Timb's
Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
In a, sprit second I'm answerin arr questions
You dummies are stirr confessin how money make you undress
And so terr me

[Chorus - repeat to fade]
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