Trina - U & Me Lyrics
[chorus]You and meWe can make it lastYou and meWe can make it lastYou and meWe can make it lastYou and meWe can make it lastYou and me...[verse 1]It was me and you trina who shared the hard timesStill in love wit niggas who was serving some hard timesOr involved wit niggas who lost their livesWhen hollywood passed I nearly lost my mindI then rolled wit the traffickers worked in the maximasWhen d.a in back of us, Im stretched out nervousAsking myself, ***** was this really worth it?Whats my purpose I gotta keep searchingIt was me and you trina who asked the same questionsWe decided when and which hoes we would ***** itShop wit thug wit get into some thug shitTurn em on to niggas who deep into that thug shitGet money ***** a little let a nigga touch a littleHad to make moves our home was so *****ing littleFeel that? I know you do, guess what I wrote it tooPlease recognize this is a hip hop quoteable[chorus + (over lapping the chorus)](and even through the loneliest timeWe survived through our loneliest nightsJust think about the struggling timesWhen we survived through a nickel and dimeAnd even if I had all the bread in the worldId give it all up for one shot atYou and me, Im that same *****)[verse 2]You and me were best friends but Im the one you talk about?I showed love to everybody before I walked aboutThe parties the club the functionI leave you bring up discussions on who Im *****ingYou and me were best friends we talked about abortionsAs little girls hair braided o the same porchesWe promised each other we would share the same lossesYa baby daddy passed we share the same lossesIt was you and me hoe getting c-notesBell hoppers to the death while irish hoes deep throatYeah its beef in the air and why she knowIf anybody do she know how we flowMiami *****es you know how we goNice entourage lock mints wonder brasSit in the club I miss how it was[chorus + (over lapping the chorus)][verse 3]You know its really funny how the tables turnI moved forward and thank God for the lessons learnedI used to strip clubs as a stepping stoneHit the stage got paid it wasnt my second homeAsk somebody trina been the shit on the streetsRoll wrap late nights been the shit on the beachBrought blue baby jeans just to shit on the ?Keep tall body guys just to sit underneathSit back pop bottle yall sit on yall feetScreaming my name tryna get in v.i.pI dont own the club booIm just showing love tooBut every time I see ya face I think of me and youIts disappointing that you fell off well not fell offI just cant accept you not being well offIt wouldnt be me if I didnt tell allI even tried to call you but ya cell off[chorus + (over lapping the chorus)]
