Are We Cuttin' (feat. Ms. Jade)

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 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 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? 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 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 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 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 ityou, 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 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 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