Zainro - Talk My Shit Lyrics

Zainro innis bitch yea I got cash shordy
Aye, Zainro innis bitch yea I got cash shordy
(Yea)
Look, baby Im the type to throw a band up at your hair
And you can leave your man cause aint no money over there
And I aint the type to stop and stare but you need to be aware
Once I saw that ass, became a nosey neighbor
"What you doin over there?"
Yea I like my bitches dark, need my shit straight from Rawanda
Need my ice for the dark, remember racing in a Honda
Yea my life fairly odd
Pockets Cosmo, cup on Wanda
And if you cross me pray to God
You gon need a trauma unit from Wakanda
One day imma go great Gatsby
Got a gat up in my lap, give you a lap, you still wont pass me
Like I be watching battle rap aint shit thats gon get past me
My nina get real nasty
Yea she anything but classy but I think she a lil rasty
Shit, meant she rusty
Call her Princess Peach she see the coins wanna fuck me
She was giving neck out like a goose but now she loyal she gon duck me
But wait bitch you lucky
Like he hydrophobic, dont wanna get wet up he wont touch me
Wet him up like Navy seals
Like they was the opposition, see me cracking seals
Fucked yo bitch and not to mention she be poppin pills
She gon do it for the thrills
And Im gon keep rappin till I count a fuckin Mil
Baby Im the type to screw your bitch and then go drive ha to the clinic cause that bitch is just a tool
And niggas aint catchin my wordplay, couldn't fuck with me up on my worst day
And if you still fuckin with her you just a fool
Nah them niggas just silly, my music give mfs wet willy's, when they hear it make they ear wanna drool
So what you wanna do?
Word to my moms bitch Im not the one to play with Im not BooBoo the Fool
Baby I cant waste time, Imma need the face time, I say how I feel I put my heart on every beat
Swear that I can taste mine, nigga imma take mine, when I touch a mil man everybody eat
He gon play the safe line, heard it through the grapevine that he gotta cape, he saving hoes
Nigga imma play mine, aint know imma canine what can I say bitch, thats how it goes
Lookin at her waistline, what they say bout great minds?
They think alike and me and Pronto want your bitch
And if he try to take mine
Bitch its time for face time
Gun his ohana I aint talkin bout no stitch

Zainro innis bitch yea I got cash shordy
Aye, Zainro innis bitch yea I got cash shordy
(Yea)
Look, baby Im the type to throw a band up at your hair
And you can leave your man cause aint no money over there
And I aint the type to stop and stare but you need to be aware
Once I saw that ass, became a nosey neighbor
"What you doin over there?"
Yea I like my bitches dark, need my shit straight from Rawanda
Need my ice for the dark, remember racing in a Honda
Yea my life fairly odd
Pockets Cosmo, cup on Wanda
And if you cross me pray to God
You gon need a trauma unit from Wakanda
One day imma go great Gatsby
Got a gat up in my lap, give you a lap, you still wont pass me
Like I be watching battle rap aint shit thats gon get past me
My nina get real nasty
Yea she anything but classy but I think she a lil rasty
Shit, meant she rusty
Call her Princess Peach she see the coins wanna fuck me
She was giving neck out like a goose but now she loyal she gon duck me
But wait bitch you lucky
Like he hydrophobic, dont wanna get wet up he wont touch me
Wet him up like Navy seals
Like they was the opposition, see me cracking seals
Fucked yo bitch and not to mention she be poppin pills
She gon do it for the thrills
And Im gon keep rappin till I count a fuckin Mil
Baby Im the type to screw your bitch and then go drive ha to the clinic cause that bitch is just a tool
And niggas aint catchin my wordplay, couldn't fuck with me up on my worst day
And if you still fuckin with her you just a fool
Nah them niggas just silly, my music give mfs wet willy's, when they hear it make they ear wanna drool
So what you wanna do?
Word to my moms bitch Im not the one to play with Im not BooBoo the Fool
Baby I cant waste time, Imma need the face time, I say how I feel I put my heart on every beat
Swear that I can taste mine, nigga imma take mine, when I touch a mil man everybody eat
He gon play the safe line, heard it through the grapevine that he gotta cape, he saving hoes
Nigga imma play mine, aint know imma canine what can I say bitch, thats how it goes
Lookin at her waistline, what they say bout great minds?
They think alike and me and Pronto want your bitch
And if he try to take mine
Bitch its time for face time
Gun his ohana I aint talkin bout no stitch