Last night, I criedGive me a second, give me a minuteNah, lil' bitch, can't let you finishYeah, that's right, I need commissions on mineAll that sauce you got from meAll that shit I gave for freeI want it back, want it backThis ain't no warnin' shotCase all you hoes forgotKnow you been more than lostWithout me, I'm soComin' back, I'm so greasyEx-nigga, he so needyPunk ass tried to replace meBut the stakes is too highThey can't survive off mini-meI'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 Dеlla 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 thе oneDamn right, I'm the oneComin' back, she so candidComin' back snatched like banditComin' back, this ain't canned shitI'm organic with my fresh squeezedI'm dumpin' like press squeezeI'm horny like, "Suck these"So daring like, "Touch me"And all the petty shit asideAll the funny shit asideI just want what's mineMine, ohI just want what's mineThis ain't no warnin' shotCase all you hoes forgotAnd I cried and criedSaid what's on my mindOoh, oh, I cried
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Give me a second, give me a minute
Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish
Yeah, that's right, I need commissions on mine
All that sauce you got from me
All that shit I gave for free
I want it back, want it back
This ain't no warnin' shot
Case all you hoes forgot
Know you been more than lost
Without me, I'm so
Comin' back, I'm so greasy
Ex-nigga, he so needy
Punk ass tried to replace me
But the stakes is too high
They can't survive off mini-me
I'm talkin' pedigree
Ain't no writers, that's just me
Ain't no spiteful, I'm just tea
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 Dеlla 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 thе 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 squeezed
I'm dumpin' like press squeeze
I'm horny like, "Suck these"
So daring like, "Touch me"
And all the petty shit aside
All the funny shit aside
I just want what's mine
Mine, oh
I just want what's mine
This ain't no warnin' shot
Case all you hoes forgot
And I cried and cried
Said what's on my mind
Ooh, oh, I cried
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