Sos Sza Lyrics

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 commission on mine

All that sauce you got from me

All that shit 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-nigga, 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 bitch for free

Talkin' 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

Comin' back, she so candid

Comin' back, snatched like bandit

Comin' back, this ain't canned shit, I'm organic with my fresh squeeze

I'm dumpin' like press squeeze

I'm horny like, "Suck these", so darin' 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 warnin' shot

In case all you hoes forgot

And I cried and cried

Said what's on my mind

Ooh-oh-woah, I cried