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Artist/Band:
Trina
Lyrics for Song: Club Skit
Lyrics for Album: Da Baddest Bitch [2000]
[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
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| Album Lyrics: Da Baddest Bitch [2000] |
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"Da Baddest Bitch [2000]"
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