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, yeah, girl, oh [Chorus: Candace Jackson & Pastor Troy] Ooh, baby, what's your name? Ooh, are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans? (Hell nah) Ooh, I heard you was from Atlanta Ooh, but, baby, please excuse my manners I just wanna know, are we cuttin'? Are we cuttin'? Are we cuttin'? Ooh, hell yeah, hell, hell-hell yeah Ooh, she won't see tomorrow if I don't cut tonight (Yeah) [Verse 1: Pastor Troy] Friday night (Yeah), ballin', holmes (Yeah) Got a nigga smelling fresh as a rose (Uh), grab my kicks and tuck my clothes Sharp as a knife And this is the life, Pastor Yeah, tell me how ya love that Let a nigga see that pussy cat, where you at? (Uh) Dance floor (Yeah), that's my shit (Yeah, yeah) Baby girl, let your hair down, show a nigga what you workin' with, twerkin' with I am 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? [Chorus: Candace Jackson & Pastor Troy] Ooh, baby, what's your name? Ooh, are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans? (Hell nah) Ooh, I heard you was from Atlanta Ooh, but, baby, please excuse my manners I just wanna know, are we cuttin'? Are we cuttin'? Are we cuttin'? Ooh, hell yeah, hell, hell-hell yeah Ooh, she won't see tomorrow if I don't cut tonight [Verse 2: Pastor Troy] Off the chain (Damn), damn, boo (Where you been?), where ya been all my lifetime? Let me fuck ya 'til the sun shine (C'mon), uh-huh (Uh-huh) What I do? (Woah) Mind my biz (C'mon) No, I can't take you home with me, baby girl, it is what it is, showbiz Saturday morning (Damn), damn, I'm weak (Yeah) Knew what's up when you came to the room, talkin' about getting some sleep (She was) The truth (Haha), shorty got loose (She got loose) So pretty, but all I needed is a pretty red substitute (C'mon) [Chorus: Candace Jackson & Pastor Troy] Ooh, baby, what's your name? Ooh, are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans? (Hell nah) Ooh, I heard you was from Atlanta Ooh, but, baby, please excuse my manners I just wanna know, are we cuttin'? Are we cuttin'? Are we cuttin'? Ooh, hell yeah, hell, hell-hell yeah Ooh, she won't see tomorrow if I don't cut tonight [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 with the upper hand I'm 'bout to kill it You dealing with the realest Fuck the strawberries and chocolate, Hennessy and a condom Save the kissin' and grindin', it's all about the timing I really like vice-versa But tonight's much worser, and, um Philly chicky, only travel for the best of men Had me out Atlanta just to see you on your boat in Timbs Pastor Troy Won't you just pass the boy In a split second I'm answering all questions You dummies are still confessin' how much money make you undress us, so tell me [Chorus: Candace Jackson & Pastor Troy] Ooh, baby, what's your name? Ooh, are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans? (Hell nah) Ooh, I heard you was from Atlanta Ooh, but, baby, please excuse my manners I just wanna know, are we cuttin'? Are we cuttin'? Are we cuttin'? Ooh, hell yeah, hell, hell-hell yeah Ooh, she won't see tomorrow if I don't cut tonight