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Isaac Tate IV
Isaac Tate IV
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Hey soul sista, nice to meet ya
These other girls are tryna be ya
I'm more subtle, I just had to greet ya
Am I wrong to say I wanna keep ya
I can kick it but it's way to fast
These other girls try to last
I'm fly so I got a pass
Wrong move and that's yo ass
These silly girls call my phone
Pretendin like I'm not at home
They pull outside try to kick it
I swear to God they just don't get it
I wanna love that's true and real
Can tell by how it feel
When these fools start playing around
Gotta get the hell up outta town
Something about this ride ain't tinted
The photoshop, I'm just not in it
I'm in love with my homegirl's image
But she just don't fit the description
Something about this ride ain't tinted
The photoshop, I'm just not in it
I'm in love with my homegirl's image
But she just don't fit the description
Two years, I've been in the game
The players just not the same
They move like a boomerang
For a minute there I can't complain
Cause a brother with so much soul
Could sell ice to an Eskimo
Perform a trick at a magic show
Still have time to count my dough
She was 5'10, she was with her friends
They was cool, as they could be
I stepped to her fresh
She blushed nonetheless
Then made eyes with me
I said you mighty fine, could I have some time
To show you my Mercedes Benz
She cracked a smile, then said "ooh chile"
You the ex to my girl best friend
Something about this ride ain't tinted
The photoshop, I'm just not in it
I'm in love with my homegirl's image
But she just don't fit the description
Something about this ride ain't tinted
The photoshop, I'm just not in it
I'm in love with my homegirl's image
But she just don't fit the description
Something about you
Something about you
Something about you
Written by: Isaac Tate IV
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