Lyrics Trina – Club Skit

Angel
child come on

Trina
I know he aint coming over here?

Angel
come on let’s go over there ray ready

Trina
I know but child look at him look.

Trina
look at hi shoes girl

Angel
let’s go over there

Trina
I hope he don’t come over here he is so tired honey

Angel
he is real tired

Trina
I don’t think so!

Angel
what the fuck is that on his grill

Trina
he is definitely a fashion statement honey

Angel
what the fuck is that on his grill

Trina
I don’t know but it’s shonuff blinding me. I know he better not come over here

Man
yo baby whats up can I buy you a drink?

Trina
yeah what ever

Angel
you shouldn’t have told him yeah now he gonna think he all that

Trina
oh shit! here he come

Man
here you go baby. you got the finest glass off champagene j. rogie I’ve been
Watching you all night. hold on let me sit right here

Angel
we did not invite yo ass to sit down

Trina
see that’s why you can’t be nice to niggas in da club now.

Man
what you mean baby?

Trina
first of all I’m not your baby (
Angel
ok) so get your tired cell rag
Iceberg wearing foggy diamond cheap champagene buying ass out my face.
Nigga you must be don’t know who the fuck I am hold on angel buy dis nigga a
Bottle of cris

Angel
ok! broke scrub ass nigga

Man
gimme back my drink then bitch!

Trina
we gonna show you how to ball playboy