Lyrics You You You - Blo

Exo
Trey Carter
Deuxe made this one

Supposed to be in Miami
Some of these songs I recorded just deserve a Grammy
They keep takin' all my phones, it's hard to feed my family
And I know I did you wrong, but you won't understand me
Every time we had sex, you never took a Plan B
And I funded all them clothes, so basically, you was wearin' me
And I never bought you cheap
Treat you like my wife, but I ain't never buy you no ring
Moanin' all night, I know the neighbors heard you scream

My name
Before I bought you diamonds, I let you wear my chain
All them broken promises, I said that I'd change
And now I love you more, but love you more, it's not the same
Poppin' Percocets like ibuprofen
No, it don't ease the pain
And you rolled around in cars that was stolen
You could've took a train

You the type I like, mama
Buy you ice, mama
Grab my cup, it's filled with ice, I need my Sprite, mama
Get on the top of that dick and ride, don't be scared of heights, mama
You kinda shy, but you can treat me like a bike, mama
Treat me like your BMX
And you better than the drugs, you a Percocet
Heard that you ain't been inside the club, you ain't been workin' yet
If you fucked your last nigga a year ago, you a virgin, yeah
Call Blo if you want a purse, I'll buy you a Birkin, yeah

I'll buy you a Birkin
Bora Bora, Cancún, I'll fly you to Turks, yeah
Thanksgiving, I'm tryna meet your mama, eat her turkey
I know you got flaws, but to me, baby, you perfect
They say you a ho from 'round the way, but, girl, you worth it
Worthless, worthless, I don't care if you worthless
Long as you don't got an STD or too hurt, bitch
Your body pretty as fuck, girl, you don't need a surgeon

God took his time with you, God took his time
They took my E5Bs, so I been prayin' to my shrine
Got my Glock inside the barber shop and still kept my nine
They say pork ain't good for the body, I'm cuttin' back on swine
I been trickin' on too many bitches, I'm cuttin' back on Chime
I been trickin' off
Love the way you fuck me, girl, my dick don't ever go back soft
Take me to your waterpark, you know I like to go in raw
Take it out and look me in my eyes, put it in your mouth

Mortgage, girl, I can buy you a house
Came home, then I mortgaged, so what them bitches talkin' 'bout?
Put me on the Forbes List, Blo the one that got us out
Starlet's girl wasn't talkin' 'bout nothin' 'til I made it out
I couldn't buy no car, so what I did? Broke in every lot
Took you to the hotel just to fuck, I didn't even have a spot
Bumped my head so many times, I had to go and get a knot

Had to get a bankroll
You deserve an AMG, ho, you want a Range Rover?
Put my phone on DND right before you came over
Judge just gave me some time, but I swear that it ain't over
I swear that it ain't over
Damn, I miss you, girl