Iman Tells Shayla: If You Got Nothing to Hide, Let Anthony Do Another DNA Test!🔥Scroll Down For Full Video 👇

 Iman Tells Shayla: If You Got Nothing to Hide, Let Anthony Do Another DNA Test!🔥

[Scene: Shayla’s living room. Shayla is pacing the floor, frustrated. Iman is sitting on the couch, cool and calm, like he got all the time in the world.]

Shayla: Iman, I don’t get this! We already did one DNA test. Why is Anthony acting like he don’t trust me? Like, how many swabs do he need before he get it through his head?

Iman: (leaning back with a smirk) Baby, relax. You know Anthony gon’ do what Anthony do. If the man want another test, let him do another test.

Shayla: (snapping) No! It’s the principle! I ain’t about to let him keep poking and prodding like I’m on Maury.

Iman: (calm but firm) Shayla… if you ain’t got nothing to hide, let Anthony do another DNA test. That’s it. Point blank, period.

Shayla: (stops pacing, stares at him) Ohhh, so that’s how you feel? You think I got something to hide?

Iman: Nah, don’t twist my words, girl. I know what’s up. But you stressing yourself out for no reason. If the man need two tests, give him two. Shoot, give him three if it’ll shut him up.

Shayla: (throws her hands up) This is crazy! I gave him proof already. Why should I have to keep proving myself?

Iman: (leans forward) Look, he trying to keep peace in his house with that wife of his. That’s what this about. It ain’t even about you no more—it’s about him trying to keep her calm.

Shayla: (rolls her eyes) That’s even worse! I gotta suffer ‘cause he married some insecure woman?

Iman: (grinning) Well hey, that’s they circus, not yours. But if swabbing your baby’s cheek again keeps Anthony from actin’ a fool, then so be it. Let him pay the bill and get it done.

Shayla: (snaps back) Oh, so you just gon’ sit there, sipping your little Kool-Aid, telling me to give in like it’s nothing?

Iman: (chuckles) I mean… yeah. ‘Cause while Anthony running to LabCorp, I’ma be right here, keeping you smiling. (winks)

Shayla: (shakes her head, half-smiling despite herself) You always find a way to turn this into a joke.

Iman: (serious now) Nah, I’m being real. You stressing too much. Let the man swab, let the man cry, and then move on. At the end of the day, test or no test, that little man gon’ call you “Mommy.” And if Anthony don’t step up? (shrugs) You know I’m around.

Shayla: (raises an eyebrow) “Around,” huh? What’s that supposed to mean?

Iman: (smiling sly) You know exactly what it means. I ain’t gotta spell it out.

Shayla: (laughs, shaking her head) You messy, Iman. Real messy.

Iman: Maybe. But I keep you laughing, don’t I? Now go on—call that man, tell him to swab all he want. Then come back here and let me wipe that stress off your face.

[Shayla rolls her eyes but can’t stop smiling. Scene ends with tension still hanging in the air.]