I.S.O. (In Search Of)

Lyrics

Closer Mm, closer, closer Yeah, yeah I'm I.S.O Real woman, look lovely Kind that flow with the thug in me Ain't gotta be a dime but she gotta have a mind to get love from me Man, I'm I.S.O Real woman, look lovely Kind that flow with the thug in me Ain't gotta be a dime but she gotta have a mind to get love from me Mama, holla back at me But ask if we can just chill Lay back in my shack Hit you with that [?] Dick is stale, but before we hit the field If you can't split the bill Wanna choke? Then you ain't smokin' shit for real Need an independent chick who ain't scared to rip this dealin' Spit clips, but chips will kill a [?] 'cause he was squealin' [???] walk across the Earth for the G Break bread, happy? Get the steak and turkey and cheese Gotta be smart Ready to party in a thumper Some people click together like Edith and Archie Bunker Gotta know how to move a bumper when I walk with a [?] Be yourself around me like she part of the fam' Type that lay back in the park with your man Sparkin' the lamb Tellin' jokes back and forth like Martin and Pam A ghetto bird, more like a swine Rebel with [?] fur Chocolate tone, lookin' like dark liquor Milk chocolate with remarkable curves Take that, too Hot Caramel Bacardi, make it move On the right breast, place the tattoo Single thug in search of a woman to love No town boo I'm I.S.O Real woman, look lovely Kind that flow with the thug in me Ain't gotta be a dime but she gotta have a mind to get love from me Man, I'm I.S.O Real woman, look lovely Kind that flow with the thug in me Ain't gotta be a dime but she gotta have a mind to get love from me (Man, I'm I.S.O.) So time to roll Eyelids low, papi chulo Pro'ly with the hoes Clothes smaller than Somali Rose Pretty thug, line up them hoes 'Cause of that fresh outta jail shine Know that's something the women love on me Fuck spendin' thugs, get dinner from bub Go straight to dessert Put in work if you give me love Forget chickens givin' hugs on some ill shit You da real chick I can rub the right way on some Johnny Gill shit Full-court, we botch [?] grills with pop shots, open shot clock Bills with rainy days split the field with me Click to stay awake A 69in' thug wife with the mind on some real shit Ain't gotta be dime, sellin' an eighth in her face With a hard body that never gonna break With a god body that never [?] make She makin' heavenly faces at me Ready to slip a ring and settle a date If she go to the bang, I sell [?] your [???] through Think it's sweet with a black with a [?] But, mind you, she clap nines, too Stay blind [???] have me proud to say "That's my boo" Shit I'm I.S.O Real woman, look lovely Kind that flow with the thug in me Ain't gotta be a dime but she gotta have a mind to get love from me Man, I'm I.S.O Real woman, look lovely Kind that flow with the thug in me Ain't gotta be a dime but she gotta have a mind to get love from me Man, I'm I.S.O