[Trina] Damn, can a bitch live? All the shit that I did
I been gone for years And, bitch, I´m still here
[Trina] Never had to beg, I hustle for mine (Mine) Never was a time I wasn´t in line Wasn´t gon´ shine, was in my prime ´fore I was in my prime Plus I keep them 10s with me, take a dozen and prime And tell Mouse he could put it on my tab though First bitch in Miami with the slab, ho Bought it with my own cash, though That´s why I gotta act a asshole
[Trina & Dave East] Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?) Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?)
All the shit that I did (All the shit that I did) Eastside Doin´ it for years I´m just tryna live And I´m still here That all? Can a bitch live?
[Dave East] Damn, can a nigga live? (Huh?) Pistols in the couches, I got cameras in the crib Charlie on Collins pullin´ a Phantom up to live I´m with my shooter, not no cameraman, there´s cannons in this whip Hop out with the baddest If it ain´t foreign, it don´t attract us (It don´t) Put some cheese on your head, your team not even the Packers
Tell us could you live, that´s takin´ a step backwards I was blastin´ "Can I Live" with my pistol on me in traffic (Strapped) Ain´t tell me ´bout all this money, guessin´ they left that part out (East) Thousand when I walk through, get your wifey when I walk out (Come here) If you ain´t mentionin´ seven figures, nothin´ to talk ´bout Don P, we pour out like Ma$e group, I go all out (Harlem) You wonderin´ why every time I hit your bitch, she call out Bloggers be in my business, so I be askin´ for all mouth Lot of weed in my section ´cause I don´t need to be stressin´
Now I´m easily flexin´, Trina got her a question (Answer this)
[Trina & Dave East] Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?) (East, can I live?) Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?) All the shit that I did (All the shit that I did) Doin´ it for years And I´m still here Can a bitch live?
[Trina] Ted DiBiase wanna see the body I told him he could look if I could see the Gotti Ass hangin´ off Ducatis Initials stitched in the seats of the Maserati Middle finger to the paparazzi
Your mama hate me, but your papa got me On South Beach doin´ hot Pilates And don´t try me like you ain´t got a copy Of my latest shit Respect the lyrics of the bitch who made this shit Always on some major shit Love the money, it´s like we in a relationship Still on the porch eatin´ tater chips, yuh
[Trina] Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?) Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?) All the shit that I did (All the shit that I did) Doin´ it for years And I´m still here Can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?)