Uh uh hell nah, nope
I got this bitch number n I'm callin a ho right now!
Sick of her shit, fuck that, no no fuck that!


Miss Trina isnt home
Stop playin on my phone
Stop playin games u grown
I love to take your man he gone
Stop playin, stop playin
(Stop playin on my phone)


Girlfriend I ain't tryin to be vein
But I don't want your man, he's lame
He ain't nothin but a big ool' trick
That nigga can't never get this
I done been told him to get gone
So why u callin my phone
U betta check your man at home
He the one that's doin u wrong
Slow up yo, grow up ho
That nigga ain't worth your time
Half the time, these niggas be lyin
Yea, don't pay that shit, no mine


Miss Trina isnt home
Stop playin on my phone
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Stop playin games u grown
I love to take your man he gone
Stop playin, stop playin
(Stop playin on my phone)


Yea, man I just changed my numba
Tell me how u got this numba
Keep callin from a block numba
Comin up private in my physic
Damn, I'm so tired of this
Ya nigga leave a bitch alone
Cause I didn't give ya'll sluts my numba
Ya'll ho's better call Mike Jones
Stop playin on my phone
But cuss shot than I'd be wrong
I hate sound rooshy
But ain't nothin else worse than a male groupie


Miss Trina isnt home
Stop playin on my phone
Stop playin games u grown
I love to take your man he gone
Stop playin, stop playin
(Stop playin on my phone)

Ooohh ah, ooohh ah, ooohh ah

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