He Isn't Me

Pretty face, I wanna fuck on Eazy What? When she smiles, it turns me the fuck on That's a pretty face that I wanna fuck on She psychotic 'cause all her exes done wrong I'ma make you feel better with this one song He isn't me He didn't run up ten bands in a week Bitch, I could pay for your nails and your feet I could show you how to get to a bag, listen I could take care of you better than mother and dad You're done with college, oh shit, you're a grad Shawty from Dallas, I take her to go see the Mavs No questions asked, this shit isn't Vlad He put you through too much I'ma buy you Louboutins All white like Ku Klux Bottoms red like Lucifer But I'm still repenting for sins Even though we'll be fuckin' from like seven to ten Ironic, it would feel like heaven again But could go to hell for whatever we did No 50 Cent, but there's many men In your DM and they gettin' hit Just like it's hockey, we slide with the stick Then pay for some tickets, we takin' a trip Are you tryna go to the UK? Make a baby, got us looking at due dates Hit the stu' and start the cookin', no soufflé Bringing some Louis bags to the crib just for my roommate When she smiles, it turns me the fuck on That's a pretty face that I wanna fuck on She psychotic 'cause all her exes done wrong I'ma make you feel better with this one song He isn't me He didn't run up ten bands in a week Bitch, I could pay for your nails and your feet I could show you how to get to a bag, listen I could take care of you better than mother and dad You're done with college, oh shit, you're a grad Shawty from Dallas, I take her to go see the Mavs No questions asked, this shit isn't Vlad You're every woman I need like Whitney Houston You and your ex would Honda Accord it, me and you Bentley coupe it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shawty, you on my to-do list Letting you go would be foolish I know he sicker than lupus Took her to dinner at Ruth Chris Just got a whole bunch of Prada and ain't take the tag off yet I hold my baby like a bassinet Her head, so sloppy that my ass is wet I take her wherever, no cab to catch I got the ingredients, cabinet I know what to do with the baddest bitch No need to be sending me passages, come see me When she smiles, it turns me the fuck on That's a pretty face that I wanna fuck on She psychotic 'cause all her exes done wrong I'ma make you feel better with this one song He isn't me He didn't run up ten bands in a week Bitch, I could pay for your nails and your feet I could show you how to get to a bag, listen I could take care of you better than mother and dad You're done with college, oh shit, you're a grad Shawty from Dallas, I take her to go see the Mavs No questions asked, this shit isn't Vlad