[Chorus]

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 times

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 Maximus

When 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 would fuck with

shop wit club wit get into some thug shit

turn 'em on to niggas who deep into that drug shit

get money fuck a little let a nigga touch 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 stormiest time

we survived through our loneliest nights

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 up out

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 getting c-notes

bell hoppers to the death while Irish chicks 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

As I 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 the 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 I'm the shit on the beach

Brought blue baby jeans just to shit on the creep

Keep tall body guards 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 true

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)