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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trina
Trina
Vocals
D.Baker
D.Baker
Piano
Big D
Big D
Piano
Kelly Rowland
Kelly Rowland
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Scheffer
James Scheffer
Songwriter
Derrick Baker
Derrick Baker
Songwriter
Jimmy Jam
Jimmy Jam
Songwriter
Josh Burke
Josh Burke
Songwriter
Steve Scipio
Steve Scipio
Songwriter
Teedra Moses
Teedra Moses
Songwriter
Terry Lewis
Terry Lewis
Songwriter
Theodore Robert Lucas II
Theodore Robert Lucas II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Big D
Big D
Producer
Jim Jonsin
Jim Jonsin
Producer
Andrews Correa
Andrews Correa
Recording Engineer
KD
KD
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Look I aint got nothin ta say to you I cant even believe you You know what Im too fly for this shit You playin yourself Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No No No Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) Look nigga Whatchu think this is? You treat me like a random chick You done forgot who introduced you to rocks And poppin all that cris an shit Who letchu hit it from tha back Anyway that chu like And any debts i can pay tha price I thought i was a chick you would make your wife And now a bitch cant even stay tha night (You wack) I cant even look in ya face Witout wantin ta slap you Damn i thank God i aint get that tatoo You betta thank God i aint have tha strap boo You aint even worth that trick get at chu Matta fact Trick get at dude I'm convinced Aint got shit ta ask you And tell tha trifflin bitch She can have you I aint lookin atchu no more Im lookin past you Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No No No Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) When ma girl came through wit tha news All i did was think about me and you like damn (Damn) What a chick gotta do to get wit a real nigga That know how to stay true like man (Man) No more quarter ta eights You betta hop on a bus or a cab I shed so many tears Cant believe how many years Tha baddest bitch put up witch yo dusty ass (Yeah) Now you know that im tha queen of Miami (Uh huh) All that loud talkin, lying Save that shit for ya mamy (Ha.Ha) Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much) Im like uh huh, okay, wassup, shut up Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No more No more Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) Now all my ladies say (Ohh Ohh) If you feel me say (Ohh Ohh) If you cant take no more say No no no (no no no) No no no (Ohh) Here we go (Here we go) Here we go again (Go again) Now you tellin me (Yeah yeah) That she is just a friend (Say shes just a friend) And why shes callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) Thats why im packin up my jewels Grabbin up my furs I'll be back for all my shoes and purses Watch me bounce In my seven fourty five I'll be ridin out Cause I aint tryna hear it Not this time
Writer(s): Terry Lewis, Ronald Scipio, Theodore Lucas, Derrick Baker, James Scheffer, Teedra Moses, James Harris, Josh Burke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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