Are We Cuttin' Lyrics - 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