SOS letra

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 commission on mine
All that sauce you got from me

All that shit I gave for free
I don't want it back, want it back
This ain't no warnin' shot
In case all you hoes forgot

Know you been more than lost
Without me, I'm so
Comin' like I'm so greasy
Ex-nigga, he so needy

Punk ass tried to replace me, but the stakes just too high
They can't survive off mini-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, nigga, it's up to me
Remind you of Dеlla Reese
So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it's not
I talk bullshit a lot

No more f*ck-shit, I'm done
Damn right, I'm thе one
Damn right, I'm the one
Comin' back, she so candid

Comin' back, snatched like bandit
Comin' back, this ain't canned shit, I'm organic with my fresh squeeze
I'm dumpin' like press squeeze
I'm horny like, "Suck these", 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' shot
In case all you hoes forgot
And I cried and cried
Said what's on my mind
Ooh-oh-woah, I cried