S.O.S. 2 Pistols

[Intro]
It's Blood Money, baby

[Chorus]
I'm sendin' out an S.O.S. (Uh-huh)
It's feelin' like everybody has found somebody to love
I'm sendin' out an S.O.S. (Baby girl)
Girl, if you hear me, I need you dearly, yeah (2 Pistols)

[Verse 1]
S-S.O.S.-S.O.S., sex on sight-sex on sight
I-I know the night is young, but it feels so right
Feel so right, you look so right, Ju-Juicy Couture, what she smell like?
Man, I wonder what she taste like, slim waist and that ass so nice, uh
Butter pecan tan, brown eyes
Baby, lemme work it like a nine-to-five
I’m a faithful employee, work overtime
Let’s start with oil massages, lemme rub you down
Gent-gent-gently caress her, then I add a kiss (Ah)
I bet I’ll blow your mind like some Cali kush
She whispered in my ear, “I want you to own it”
We still at it-at it, six in the mornin'
Got-got-got her cookin' eggs 'cause I’m hungry
Told her text my phone if she lonely
And I’ma beat it up-beat it up, eat it up
Straw-str-strawberries, whip cream and stuff