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 commission on mine
All that sauce you got from me
All that s*** 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-n****, he so needy
Punk a** 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 b**** for free
Talkin' I'm off the bench like Brady
I'm pressin' n****s 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 bulls*** a lot
No more f***-s***, I'm done
Damn right, I'm the one
Damn right, I'm the one
Comin' back, she so candid
Comin' back, snatched like bandit
Comin' back, this ain't canned s***, I'm organic with my fresh squeeze
I'm dumpin' like press squeeze
I'm h*rny like, "Suck these", so darin' like, "Touch me"
And all the petty s*** aside
All the phony s*** 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