[Pastor Troy] (NORE)
Ha, yo, Pete Troy in the house
Yo, uh, Nore in the house, yo
Pete Troy in the house, keep doin` it, yo
Grimey in the house, yo, super thug in the house, yo
Uh, Pete troy in the house (let`s get to it), yeah
[Pastor Troy] (Unknown Female)
Ohh (baby what`s your name), N-O, N-O, N-O
Ohh (are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans), hell naw
Ohh (I heard you was from Atlanta), yo, Pete Troy in the house
Ohh (but baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know), yeah
(Are we cuttin`), hell yeah, (are we cuttin`), hell yeah
(Are we cuttin`), ohh, hell yeah, he-he-hell yeah, ohh
See won`t see tomorrow if I don`t cut tonight
You see me lean to the right
Reppin` New York City and gettin` cream all night
I got the guns that you like
And I`m scuba-diving bitches till their clothes so tight
And if I`m on your joint you properly selected
I never been stupid, ? record game
Been a rapper, rap a hoe
But I will wrap you up, rap me though, oh
Never see me drinking cristal, oh
Only see me cuttin` ?, oh
Or drinkin` ? can of juice, Santana boots
See me in Atlanta with the bandana loose
Damn, niggaz still doubt my name
Like ? and ? ain`t the best at game
I told shorty, bitch, is we cuttin` or what
Cause you can get the fuck out this truck, get out, out
[Pastor Troy] (Unknown Female)
(Baby what`s your name)
Ohh (are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans), hell naw
Ohh (I heard you was from Atlanta)
Ohh (but baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know)
(Are we cuttin`, are we cuttin`), P-T and Nore baby
(Are we cuttin`), ohh, hell yeah, he-he-hell yeah, ohh
See won`t see tomorrow if I don`t cut tonight
[Pastor Troy]
Yeah, Friday night, yeah, ballin` homes, yeah
Got me chillin` in the six on dub
Back of the club with all my cuz, fly
In the plane, and this is the game, Pastor
Yeah baby, it`s more room in the truck
P-T and Nore, wh-wha-wh-wha-what
You stuck up, I put my bottle in the sky
You too cute for your mouth, ?
Haha, hahaha, hahaha, I`m just trippin`, trippin`
But the mood is, how we clippin`
Sippin` champagne till her nippled got hard
And I`m sittin` there like oh my god
Let a nigga know somethin`
Cause you know I`m tryna cut somethin`, aha
Pete Troy
[Pastor Troy] (Unknown Female)
Ohh (baby what`s your name)
Ohh (are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans), hell naw
Ohh (I heard you was from Atlanta), aha
Ohh (but baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know)
(Are we cuttin`, are we cuttin`)
(Are we cuttin`), ohh, hell yeah, he-he-hell yeah, ohh
See won`t see tomorrow if I don`t cut tonight
[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 dealin` with the realest
Fuck the strawberries and chocolate
Hennesy and a condom, say they kissin` and grindin`
It`s all about the timin`, I really like Vice Versa
But tonight`s much worser, and um
Philly chick, you only travel with for best of men
Had 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 dummy`s are still confessin` how money make you undressin`
So tell me
[Pastor Troy] (Unknown Female)
Ohh (baby what`s your name)
Ohh (are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans), hell naw
Ohh (I heard you was from Atlanta), aha
Ohh (but baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know)
(Are we cuttin`), ah, (are we cuttin`), ah
(Are we cuttin`), ah, ohh, hell yeah, he-he-hell yeah, ohh
See won`t see tomorrow if I don`t cut tonight
[Pastor Troy] (Unknown Female)
Ohh (baby what`s your name)
Ohh (are you wearing Bugle Boy jeans), hell naw
Ohh (I heard you was from Atlanta), aha
Ohh (but baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know)
(Are we cuttin`), ah, (are we cuttin`), ah
(Are we cuttin`), ah, ohh, hell yeah, he-he-hell yeah, ohh
See won`t see tomorrow if I don`t cut tonight
