[Timbaland scratches throughout]nn[Intro: Pastor Troy]nHa-ha, ha-ha, come here girlnHa-ha, ha-ha, come here girlnHa-ha, ha-ha, come here girlnHa-ha, ha-hann[Chorus]n[PT:] Ooooooohn[CJ:] Baby what's your name?n[PT:] Ooooooohn[CJ:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?n[PT:] (Hell naw!) Ooooooohn[CJ:] I heard you was from Atlantan[PT:] Ooooooohn[CJ:] But baby please excuse my manners, I just want to knownAre we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?!n[PT:] Oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yeanOoooooohnShe won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonightnn[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]nYeah, Friday night (yeah)nYeah, ballin holmes (yeah)nGot a nigga smellin fresh as a rosenGrab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause why'all!)nSharp as a knife, and this is the lifenPastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?nLet a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)nThe dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)nBaby girl let ya hair downnShow a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin witnI ammm low-keynYou don't want to leave? (c'mon baby)nYou don't want to go back to the suite (c'mon)nLet you caress my feet, huhnNow what you want to know?nn[Chorus]nn[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]nOff the chain!nDamn! Damn boonWhere ya been all my lifetime?nLet me fuck ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)nnWhat I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizznNo I can't take ya home wit menBaby girl, it is what it is, show biznSaturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weaknnKnew whassup when you came to the roomnTalkin about gettin some sleepnShe's the, the-truth, shorty got loosenSorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitutenn[Chorus]nn[Verse 3 - Ms. Jade]nWhat you talkin?nI, bring heat when it's hawkinn'Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understandnI'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-handnnI'm, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realestnFuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)nHennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindinnIt's all about the timin; I, really like "Vice Versa"nnBut, tonight's much worser, and umnPhilly chick you only travel wit for best of mennHand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb'snPastor Troy, won't you just pass the boynnIn a, split second I'm answerin all questionsnYou dummies are still confessin how money make you undressnAnd so tell menn[Chorus until fade]
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