Face Off
Pastor Troy lyrics
Pastor Troy lyrics
"Are We Cuttin' Lyrics"
Story Of My Life Lyrics
High school seemed like such a blur, I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections. And in class I dreamed all day, About a rock 'n' roll weekend. And the girl in the front of the room, so close yet so far y'know she never seemed To notice That this silly school-boy crush Wasn't just preten
High school seemed like such a blur, I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections. And in class I dreamed all day, About a rock 'n' roll weekend. And the girl in the front of the room, so close yet so far y'know she never seemed To notice That this silly school-boy crush Wasn't just preten
Album: Universal Soldier
(feat. Ms. Jade)
[Timbaland scratches throughout]
[Intro: Pastor Troy]
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
[Chorus]
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] Baby what's your name?
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
[PT:] (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
[CJ:] I heard you was from Atlanta
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] 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<
Call Me Your Doctor Lyrics
Bm G (twice) E A D G Call me your doctor if you want, I'll get the cure out E A Bm To be administered before sleep E A D Call out the thing you really want And I'll be there G
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She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonightBm G (twice) E A D G Call me your doctor if you want, I'll get the cure out E A Bm To be administered before sleep E A D Call out the thing you really want And I'll be there G
[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
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 wa
You Lyrics
Written by Jackson-Yancy/Butler Oh, Baby, sssss, oh, it's so good, hm, umm, Umm, umm, umm, umm, umm, hm, get it, Baby, get it You've been with me through the hardest times And you've kept my heart, body, soul and mind together (You, you, you) It's been us two against
nna know?Written by Jackson-Yancy/Butler Oh, Baby, sssss, oh, it's so good, hm, umm, Umm, umm, umm, umm, umm, hm, get it, Baby, get it You've been with me through the hardest times And you've kept my heart, body, soul and mind together (You, you, you) It's been us two against
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]
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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ms. Jade]
What you talkin?
I, bring heat when it's hawkin
Cause I, can't sta
Never Again Lyrics
swallowed again I fell in too deep I reach out my hand only to fall witness to my shadows blood these eyes have never betrayed next time I'll know better this wrong will make me right this wrong will make you right I burn these memories your tear
nd a man that don't understandswallowed again I fell in too deep I reach out my hand only to fall witness to my shadows blood these eyes have never betrayed next time I'll know better this wrong will make me right this wrong will make you right I burn these memories your tear
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
[Chorus - repeat to fade]