Trina Can I Live Lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Trina]
Damn, can a bitch live?
All the shit that I did
I been gone for years
And, bitch, I'm still here

[Verse 1: 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

[Chorus: 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?

[Verse 2: 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)

[Chorus: 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?

[Verse 3: 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

[Chorus: 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?)