Sos Sza Song Lyrics
Give me a second, give me a minuteNah, lil’ bitch, can’t let you finishAnd that’s right I need commissions on mineAll that sauce you got from meAll that shit I gave for freeAnd I want it back, want it backThis ain’t no warnin’ shot‘Case all you hoes forgotKnow you been more than lostBut that don’t mean I’m soComin’ like I’m so greasyEx nigga, he so needyPunk ass tried to replace me, but the stakes is too highThey can’t survive off mini-me’sI’m talkin’ pedigreeAin’t no writers, that’s just meAin’t no spiteful, I’m just teaCan’t hate a bitch for freeTalkin’ I’m off the bench like BradyI’m pressin’ niggas like KD, it’s upYeah, nigga, it’s up to meRemind you of Della ReeseSo classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it’s notI talk bullshit a lotNo more fuck shit, I’m doneDamn right, I’m the oneDamn right, I’m the oneComin’ back, she so candidComin’ back snatched like banditComin’ back this ain’t cancer, I’m organic with myFresh squeeze, I’m dumping like press squeezeI’m horny like, “Suck these”, so daring like, “Touch me”And all the petty shit asideAll the phony shit asideI just want what’s mineMine, ohI just want what’s mineThis ain’t no warnin’ shot‘Case all you hoes forgot
And I cried, and criedSaid what’s on my mindOoh, ooh-whoa, I cried