SOS - SZA

Last night I cried

Give me a second, give me a minute
Nah, lil' b_tch, can't let you finish
Yeah, that's right, I need commission on mine
All that sauce you got from me
All that sh_t 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_gga, 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 b_tch for free
Talkin' I'm off the bench like Brady
I'm pressin' n_ggas like KD, it's up
Yeah, n_gga, it's up to me
Remind you of Della Reese
So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it's not
I talk bullsh_t a lot
No more f_ck-sh_t, 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 sh_t, I'm organic with my fresh squeeze
I'm dumpin' like press squeeze
I'm horny like, "S_ck these", so darin' like, "Touch me"
And all the petty sh_t aside
All the phony sh_t 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

view 71 times

comments