[Verse] 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 criedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
