SOS

(Last night I cried) Give me a second, give me a minute Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish Yeah, that's right, I need commissions on mine All that sauce you got from me All that shit I gave for free I want it back, want it back This ain't no warning shot 'Case all you hoes forgot Know you been more than lost without me, I'm so Coming back I'm so greasy Ex-nigga, he so needy Punk ass tried to replace me but the stakes is too high They can't survive off mini-me's I'm talking pedigree Ain't no writers, that's just me Ain't no spiteful, I'm just tea Can't hate a bitch for free Talking I'm off the bench like Brady I'm pressin' niggas like KD, it's up Yeah, nigga, it's up to me Remind you of Della Reese So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it's not I talk bullshit a lot No more fuck-shit, I'm done (Damn right, I'm the one) Damn right, I'm the one Coming back, she so candid Coming back, snatched like bandit Coming back, this ain't canned shit, I'm organic with my Fresh squeezed, I'm dumping like press squeeze I'm horny like, "Suck these", so daring like, "Touch me" And all the petty shit aside All the phony shit aside I just want what's mine Mine, oh I just want what's mine This ain't no warning shot 'Case all you hoes forgot And I cried and cried Said what's on my mind (I cried) Ooh-oh-woah, I cried