Give me a second, give me a minute
Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish
All that sauce you got from me
All that shit I gave for free
And I want it back, want it back
This ain't no warnin' shot
'Case all you hoes forgot
Know you been more than lost
But that don't mean I'm so
Comin' like I'm so greasy
Punk ass tried to replace me, but
They can't survive off mini- me's
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 Della Reese
So classic, that ass so fat,
it look natural, it's not
No more fuck shit, I'm done
Comin' back, she so candid
Comin' back snatched like bandit
Comin' back this ain't cancer,
I'm dumping like press squeeze
I'm horny like, "Suck these",
so daring like, "Touch me"
And all the petty shit aside
This ain't no warnin' shot
'Case all you hoes forgot
5.0
