"Me & You" lyrics
"Me & You"
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
Put– Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
Put– Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
Look, your love's a contagious feelin'
Real is rare, it's harder to come by, you're an endangered species on top of the food chain
Don't post where we eat, they're prayin' to see me
Well educated, good vocab, when I don't understand, she explain the meanin'
Look, I gotta rearrange the sequence, uh
You say that you're too young for a baby, I get that, so I just pay the abortion
I'm protectin' my heart as well, so I understand that you're takin' precaution
Lonely, like I was raised as an orphan
I got paper, now they say that I'm important
Rap boy on a footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dortmund
Private plane, that's normal
Pilates class, you can work on your abs, Bahamas trip and snorkel
Find out how deep is your love
I won't give you a reason to cut
Buy you the Porsche, twin-turbo exhaust
What's mine is yours, not "Me," it's "Us"
Alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
Put– Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
Put– Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You don't need me, it's true, uh, I guess
But you'll reap the rewards if you see this through, alright
Like the fact that you ain't slept with no idiot yutes, uh, trust
Your girls on WhatsApp bitchin', I beg you just leave that group, huh
They don't know what we been through
I'll send you a car, just jump in, if you're busy we can reschedule, uh
I know that your mum's gonna hear this, so I don't wanna be sexual
But you make me feel like a young boy again, horny like a teen at school
Uh, I beg you be reasonable
Whether it's public or on a low
My behaviour ain't tolerable, the way that you're acting's honourable
I don't wanna feel like I'm botherin' you
So let me know if I invade your space
When I said that my bitch was gay, I didn't mean that shit in a degradin' way
Uh, alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
Put– Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
Put– Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
Writer(s): Oakley Neil H Caesar Su, Central Cee
- AZLyrics
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- Central Cee Lyrics
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