Club Skit Lyrics & Chords By 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