Sos

Sos
Last nigth I cried
Give me a second, give me a minute
Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish
And that's right I need commissions, oh my
All that sauce you got from me
All that shit I gave for free
All I wanted, babe, wanted, babe
This ain't no warnin' sign
Guess all you hoes forgot
Know you been more than lost

But that don't mean I'm so
Comin' like I'm so greasy
Ex ni*** he so needy
Punk ass had to replace me, but this dick just high
They can't survive off mine me's
I'm talkin' pedigree
Ain't no writers, that's just me
Ain't no spiteful, I'm just T
Can't hate a bitch for free
Talkin' I'm off the bench like Brady
I'm pressin' niggas like KD, it's up
Yeah, ni***, it's up to me
Remind you with that lil' [?]
So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it's not
I talk bullshit a lot
No more f*** shit, I'm done
Damn right, I'm the one
Damn right, I'm the one
Comin' back shit so kiddy
Comin' back shit snatch like bandaid
Comin' back this ain't cancer, I'm organic with my
Fresh squeeze, I'm dumpin' like press squeeze
I'm horny like suck D's, so darin' 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 warnin' sign
In case all you hoes forgot
And I cried, I cried
Said what's on my mind
Ooh, ooh-woah, I cried