Ms. Jade - Are We Cuttin' lyrics

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Ms. Jade - Are We Cuttin' lyrics

[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 [Verse 1 - Pastor Troy] Yeah, Friday night (yeah) Yeah, balling holmes (yeah) Got a n***a 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 n***a see that p**y crack, where you at? (uh) The dance flo' (yeah) that's my sh** (yeah) Baby girl let ya hair down Show a n***a what you working with, t**ng 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] [Verse 2 - Pastor Troy] Off the chain! Damn! Damn boo Where ya been all my lifetime? Let me f** 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 wha**up 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] [Verse 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 b**h with the upper-hand I'm, bout to k** it; you, dealing with the realest f** 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 pa** 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