Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Said What I Said, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Said What I Said |
My young bitch like when I slam her |
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain’t hiding the camera (Let's go, nah) |
I took a flight to Atlanta |
Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Vroom, Hi-Tech) |
I’ll get you hit from a text |
You pussy, no sex |
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom |
I had the same vibe when we met |
I’ll never hide from a threat |
I’m smiling at cameras |
An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah) |
Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah |
Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah) |
No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah) |
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men) |
You ain’t fuckin', give me head then (Come here) |
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out) |
Could’ve leased it, I copped it instead (Let's go) |
I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (My nigga) |
Shit got me asking why |
I come from the trenches where you either live or you die |
That’s why we get high (Let's go) |
Just handle your business, my nigga, you wasting your time |
Fuck them bitches, go grind |
I really came up from a nick to a dime |
No more gettin' in line (Doe Beezy) |
Walk in the club and I snuck with the pole in, no waiting in line |
Came to your city, I flew on a private jet, I board with the iron |
Say that it’s smoke, my niggas gon' pull up, they shootin', ain’t wasting no |
time, uh |
Pull out this pole like should I just rob him or shoot him? |
Can’t make up my |
mind (Let's go) |
When I’m in Cleveland, I feel like LeBron (LeBron, hold on, hold on) |
I’m probably somewhere walking in a fashion show out in Milan (Hold on, hold on) |
If you gon' say Pablo, you gotta say Don (Let's go) |
I walk in this bitch like I’m strapped with a bomb (Boom) |
I walk in this bitch like I’m strapped with a bomb, let’s go, yeah (Boom, boom, |
boom) |
Walk in this bitch with Patek on my arm |
Don’t touch him, you know that he armed, uh (Let's go) |
I’m really a demon, bitch, I ain’t no angel |
You play and get smacked with my palm, uh (Let's go) |
Niggas be faking, these niggas ain’t gangster |
Bitch, who is that rapping that song? |
Uh (Pussy) |
All on the 'Gram, he say he outside |
But probably at home with his mom, huh (Oh, really?) |
I’m sitting in court in Givenchy (Givenchy) |
Fuck the judge, nigga, fuck the DA (Fuck 'em, yeah) |
Phone calls they keep trying to replay (Yeah) |
All this evidence I’m trying to erase |
He gon' rat, you can look in his face (Pussy, look at him) |
He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (No) |
He’ll tell on his dudes to get out them gates (Let's go, gang) |
He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (Nothin' to make) |
He got somethin' to prove, you got somethin' to take, let’s go (Let's go) |
Geeked off a Xan', I can’t fuck on that bitch, I just hope the lil' ho giving |
head (Doe Beezy) |
Go to the hood, post up with my cousin, he Crippin', but still pour up red |
(Let's go, gang) |
Niggas be talkin', runnin' they mouth until they get shot in the head (Boom) |
Call up my youngin, he run in your house and leave you shot dead in the bed, |
yeah (Oh, really?) |
I can’t get knocked by the feds (No) |
I’m fucking her good, she shakin' and boppin' her legs (Ayy) |
Addicted to Percs, was poppin' them meds |
Chauffeur the foreign, I went got a driver instead (Skrrt) |
Why bring a knife to the fight? |
This chopper’ll put him to bed (Grrah) |
You thought I fucked on your wife, my nigga, that’s not what I said, |
I just got the head (Hahaha) |
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool) |
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool) |
Ain’t scared of no nigga, just scared of the feds (Fool) |
Mad Max with the chop, I shot at his dreads, uh |
Wake up and sent a hit just 'cause I can (Fool) |
You push me, you dyin', ain’t gotta be close to the edge (Doe Beezy, nah) |
My young bitch like when I slam her |
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain’t hiding the camera (Yeah, nah) |
I took a flight to Atlanta |
Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Yeah, yeah) |
I’ll get you hit from a text |
You pussy, no sex |
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom |
I had the same vibe when we met |
I’ll never hide from a threat |
I’m smiling at cameras (Let's go) |
An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah) |
Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah |
Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah) |
No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah) |
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men) |
You ain’t fuckin', give me head then (Come here) |
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out) |
Could’ve leased it, I copped it instead (Let's go) |
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool) |
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool) |
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool) |
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Let's go) |