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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