"He Isn't Me" lyrics
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 basinet
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
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 basinet
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
Writer(s): Jaden Thomas Ortiz
