Перевод песни Pastor Troy – Are We Cuttin'

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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
Oooooooh
Baby what's your name?
Oooooooh
Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
(Hell naw!) Oooooooh
I heard you was from Atlanta
Oooooooh
But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?!
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!)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell 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, twerkin wit
I ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know?
Off the chain!
Damn! Damn boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me fuck ya 'til 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, show biz
Saturday morn'(damn!) damn I'm weak
Knew whassup when you came to the room
Talkin about gettin some sleep
She's the, the-truth, shorty got loose
Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute
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 it; you, dealin wit the realest
Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Hennessy 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 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 confessin how money make you undress
And so tell me
— repeat to fade