U *N* Me (Same Bitch) Lyrics
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U *N* Me (Same Bitch) Lyricsby Trina Buy album CD: Other Songs B - W .:Intro:. You and Me We can make it last You and me We can make it last You and me We can make it last You and me We can make it last You and me... [Verse 1] It was me and you Trina who shared the hard times Still in love wit niggas who was serving some hard time Or involved wit niggas who lost their lives When Hollywood passed I nearly lost my mind I then rolled wit the traffickers worked in the Maximas D.A in back of us, I'm stretched out nervous Asking myself, "Bitch was this really worth it?" What's my purpose shit I gotta keep searching It was me and you Trina who asked the same questions we decided when and which hoes we could fuck wit shop wit club wit get into some thug shit turn 'em on to niggas who deep into that thug shit get money fuck a little em licktouch a little had to make moves our home was so fucking little Feel that? I know you do, guess what I wrote it too Please recognize this is a hip hop quoteable [Chorus + (over lapping the chorus)] (And even through the loneliest times we survived through our loneliest night Just think about the struggling times when we survived on a nickel and dime And even if I had all the bread in the world I'd give it all up for one shot at You and Me, I'm that same bitch) [Verse 2] You and me were best friends but I'm the one you talk about? I showed love to everybody before I walked about the parties the club the function I leave, you bring up discussions on who I'm fucking You and me were best friends we talked about abortions As little girls hair braided on the same porches We promised each other we would share the same losses Ya baby daddy passed we share the same losses It was you and me hoe gettin c-notes bell hoppers to the death while Irish hoes deep throat Yeah it's beef in the air and why she know If anybody do she know how we flow Miami bitches you know how we go at any event you know how we go Nice entourage lock mints wonder bras Sit in the club I miss how it was [Chorus + (over lapping the chorus)] [Verse 3] You know it's really funny how the tables turn I moved forward and thank God for the lessons learned I used to strip clubs as a stepping stone Hit the stage got paid it wasn't my second home Ask somebody Trina been the shit on the streets Roll wrap late nights been the shit on the beach Brought blue baby jeans just to shit on the creet Keep tall body guys just to sit underneath Sit back pop bottle ya'll sit on ya'll feet Screaming my name tryna get in V.I.P I don't own the club boo I'm just showing love too But every time I see ya face I think of me and you It's disappointing that you fell off well not fell off I just can't accept you not being well off It wouldn't be me if I didn't tell all I even tried to call you but ya cell off [Chorus + (over lapping the chorus)]
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