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What He Say (feat. D'amani) Video (MV)




Performed By: Zainro
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Samuel Robinson




Zainro - What He Say (feat. D'amani) Lyrics




I roll wit some demons, ain't shopping at Neiman's they ready to rob no freeman
You is a peon, my bitch European, my eyes stay low like Korean
I stay around around water like seamen, yo bitch lick my semen, she love all the treatment
Then she get get out baby that's the agreement
Give my shoota 10 gs like a Xbox achievement

I'm smokin exotic, its knots in my pocket, I might have to cash out at Neiman's
She gimme some top in a drop and I kick the bitch out without givin a reason
Im coolin wit Zain, he don't play no games, you run up get changed like a season
Been having the lead neva even
These bitches aint shit, neva keepin

Big gun wit a kickback, you niggas big cap, think you finna get yo lick back
I don't do the diss track, pop me a tic tac, sit on the clouds and I sit back
Try to come get the bitch back, won't make the trip back, breaking ha back like a kit kat
Turn that boy to a zip pack
And my shootas ready where the zip at

I'm counting blue bucks, ain't pouring double cups, you know we stay wit our shit tucked
Want war then good luck, we give no f*cks, we slide ain't even mask up
Pop out new Bentley truck, 40 ah heat him up, getting sum from me she ah silly duck
F*ck guns, we givin out hands
Flame the wood then I'm doin my dance
(Doin my dance)

I ride wit my chrome, cause i'm way too known and i'm smoking sum bad for ozone
Wouldn't leave me alone, so he had to be shown, now he send paragraphs cause his hoe gone
And that bitch bad to the bone, that bodysuit make ha look grown, supersuit baby no frozone
And you ain't getting shit from me girl you can go home
Give him one to the top now that boy got a blowhole

Dis belt be from bally, i'm f*cking yo mistress, she gifted me head on Christmas
I stay at the top of these bitches wishlist, put ya mans onna T no Hibiscus
Ion care how much you keeping yo distance, AR wit a scope we won't miss this
Pop a bar in blueberry Mistic and my woods be exotic can't hit this
Put ah 4 in my veins like D-Lo, gun keep shooting f*ck a reload (Yea Yea)
Stay wit the green like CeeLo, got yo bitch blowing me like C4
Nah you can't get yo bitch bro, all my clips they be extendo
(Zain you can gone head bro i'm tide of dis shit)

Got hunnids no 50s, lil nigga get with me, I'm stacking this shit for my bro and nem
Got forty's and glizzys, make that nigga dizzy, he call for his bitch, tell her that she busy
And I'm running a sack, f*ckin up yo bitch back and she snack on my sack, she ain't ate In days
Call him Dirk, his life fadeaway
And if he play wit my name, pussy nigga gon die today
Beating ha cheeks no makeup
She tryna cake while I'm tryna get cake up
Cant stay at my house, cant stay on my couch, Brandon Knight I cannot layup
And I got the keys to my city like warden, when I'm in the car I'm maneuvering
She come to my house and she look around fa my car, lil baby you ubering
And I speed off inna jag, hellcat racing them nigga can't catch up
You think that she cute, it's a setup, i'm f*cking yo bitch onna counter, ha leg up
I must be a doctor, i'm giving out shots you the patient, it's time for your check up
My shootas be posted on turrets, won't let up
You'd think that he sleepy he can't keep his head up
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I roll wit some demons, ain't shopping at Neiman's they ready to rob no freeman
You is a peon, my bitch European, my eyes stay low like Korean
I stay around around water like seamen, yo bitch lick my semen, she love all the treatment
Then she get get out baby that's the agreement
Give my shoota 10 gs like a Xbox achievement

I'm smokin exotic, its knots in my pocket, I might have to cash out at Neiman's
She gimme some top in a drop and I kick the bitch out without givin a reason
Im coolin wit Zain, he don't play no games, you run up get changed like a season
Been having the lead neva even
These bitches aint shit, neva keepin

Big gun wit a kickback, you niggas big cap, think you finna get yo lick back
I don't do the diss track, pop me a tic tac, sit on the clouds and I sit back
Try to come get the bitch back, won't make the trip back, breaking ha back like a kit kat
Turn that boy to a zip pack
And my shootas ready where the zip at

I'm counting blue bucks, ain't pouring double cups, you know we stay wit our shit tucked
Want war then good luck, we give no f*cks, we slide ain't even mask up
Pop out new Bentley truck, 40 ah heat him up, getting sum from me she ah silly duck
F*ck guns, we givin out hands
Flame the wood then I'm doin my dance
(Doin my dance)

I ride wit my chrome, cause i'm way too known and i'm smoking sum bad for ozone
Wouldn't leave me alone, so he had to be shown, now he send paragraphs cause his hoe gone
And that bitch bad to the bone, that bodysuit make ha look grown, supersuit baby no frozone
And you ain't getting shit from me girl you can go home
Give him one to the top now that boy got a blowhole

Dis belt be from bally, i'm f*cking yo mistress, she gifted me head on Christmas
I stay at the top of these bitches wishlist, put ya mans onna T no Hibiscus
Ion care how much you keeping yo distance, AR wit a scope we won't miss this
Pop a bar in blueberry Mistic and my woods be exotic can't hit this
Put ah 4 in my veins like D-Lo, gun keep shooting f*ck a reload (Yea Yea)
Stay wit the green like CeeLo, got yo bitch blowing me like C4
Nah you can't get yo bitch bro, all my clips they be extendo
(Zain you can gone head bro i'm tide of dis shit)

Got hunnids no 50s, lil nigga get with me, I'm stacking this shit for my bro and nem
Got forty's and glizzys, make that nigga dizzy, he call for his bitch, tell her that she busy
And I'm running a sack, f*ckin up yo bitch back and she snack on my sack, she ain't ate In days
Call him Dirk, his life fadeaway
And if he play wit my name, pussy nigga gon die today
Beating ha cheeks no makeup
She tryna cake while I'm tryna get cake up
Cant stay at my house, cant stay on my couch, Brandon Knight I cannot layup
And I got the keys to my city like warden, when I'm in the car I'm maneuvering
She come to my house and she look around fa my car, lil baby you ubering
And I speed off inna jag, hellcat racing them nigga can't catch up
You think that she cute, it's a setup, i'm f*cking yo bitch onna counter, ha leg up
I must be a doctor, i'm giving out shots you the patient, it's time for your check up
My shootas be posted on turrets, won't let up
You'd think that he sleepy he can't keep his head up
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Writer: Samuel Robinson
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