Текст песни Club Skit - Trina

Anegl: 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 f**k is that on his grill
Trina: he is definitely a fashion statement honey
Angel: what the f**k 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 f**k 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