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