SZA – SOS

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|Cm7         Dm7                          |
   Give me a second, give me a minute, nah
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Lil' bitch, can't let you finish, and that's right I need commissions on
|Cm7            Dm7                            |Dm7                         Gm          |
 mine, all that sauce you got from me, all that shit I gave for free, and I want it back

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Want it back, this ain't no warnin' shot, ’Case all you
|Dm7                        Gm                                     |
 hoes forgot, know you been more than lost, but that don't mean I’m
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 so, comin’ like I'm so greasy, ex nigga
     |Dm7                        Gm                             |
He so needy, punk ass tried to replace me, but the stakes is too

|Cm7              Dm7                   |Dm7                            Gm                     |
 high, they can't survive off mini-me’s, I'm talkin' pedigree, ain’t no writers, that's just me
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Ain't no spiteful, I'm just tea, can’t hate a bitch for free
           |Dm7                           Gm                     |
Talkin' I'm off the bench like Brady, I’m pressin' niggas like KD
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It's up, yeah, nigga, it's up to me, remind you of
|Dm7                           Gm                         |
 Della Reese, so classic, that ass so fat, it look natural
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It's not, I talk bullshit a lot, no more fuck shit
   |Dm7                       Gm             |
I'm done, damn right, I'm the one, damn right

       |Cm7                      Dm7                              |
I'm the one, comin’ back, she so candid, comin’ back snatched like
|Dm7                            Gm                         |
 bandit, comin’ back this ain't cancer, I'm organic with my
|Cm7                      Dm7                   |
   Fresh squeeze, I'm dumping like press squeeze
       |Dm7                      Gm                     |
I'm horny like, "Suck these", so daring like, "Touch me"

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   And all the petty shit aside, all the phony shit aside, I just want what’s
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 mine, mine,    oh, I just want what's mine
|Cm7                 Dm7                         |Dm7   Gm    |
   This ain't no warnin' shot, 'case all you hoes forgot
|Cm7                Dm7                     |Dm7   Gm    |
   And I cried, and cried, said what's on my mind
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   Ooh, ooh-whoa, I cried