[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, niggas 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
