SOS
(Last night I cried)
Give me a second, give me a minute
Nah, lil' b-, can't let you finish
Yeah, that's right, I need commissions on mine
All that sauce you got from me
All that sh- I gave for free
I want it back, want it back
This ain't no warning shot
'Case all you h- forgot
Know you been more than lost without me, I'm so
Coming back, I'm so greasy
Ex n-, he so needy
Punk a- 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 b- for free
Talking I'm off the bench like Brady
I'm pressin' n- like KD, it's up
Yeah, n-, it's up to me
Remind you of Della Reese
So classic, that a- so fat, it look natural, it's not
I talk bullsh- a lot
No more f- I'm done
(D- right, I'm the one)
D- right, I'm the one
Coming back, she so candid
Coming back, snatched like bandit
Coming back, this ain't canned sh- 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 sh- aside
All the phony sh- aside
I just want what's mine
Mine, oh
I just want what's mine
This ain't no warning shot
'Case all you h- forgot
And I cried and cried
Said what's on my mind
(I cried)
Ooh-oh-woah, I cried
Give me a second, give me a minute
Nah, lil' b-, can't let you finish
Yeah, that's right, I need commissions on mine
All that sauce you got from me
All that sh- I gave for free
I want it back, want it back
This ain't no warning shot
'Case all you h- forgot
Know you been more than lost without me, I'm so
Coming back, I'm so greasy
Ex n-, he so needy
Punk a- 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 b- for free
Talking I'm off the bench like Brady
I'm pressin' n- like KD, it's up
Yeah, n-, it's up to me
Remind you of Della Reese
So classic, that a- so fat, it look natural, it's not
I talk bullsh- a lot
No more f- I'm done
(D- right, I'm the one)
D- right, I'm the one
Coming back, she so candid
Coming back, snatched like bandit
Coming back, this ain't canned sh- 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 sh- aside
All the phony sh- aside
I just want what's mine
Mine, oh
I just want what's mine
This ain't no warning shot
'Case all you h- forgot
And I cried and cried
Said what's on my mind
(I cried)
Ooh-oh-woah, I cried
Credits
Writer(s): Solana I. Rowe, Jahlil Gunter, Gabriel Samuel Jr Hardeman
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