SOS Lyrics – Aitch

Read the complete SOS Lyrics by Aitch along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Aitch’s music, you can also explore COL4 BODY and M40, two other songs by Aitch.

[Intro: Tamera]
And it’s SOS, that’s s*x on Sunday, popping, uh
Locked in, uh, stopping, nah
SOS, that’s s*x on Sunday, popping, uh
Locked in, uh, are we stopping, nah
Then it’s SOS, that’s s*x on Sunday

[Verse 1: Aitch]
Get home and hop out the sliding door like baby you ain’t gotta cry no more
You ain’t gotta hide no more, lay down you ain’t gotta ride no more, yeah
I know I ain’t got time but trust me I been tryna find some more (Trust)
The truth hurts so much I been thinking should I just lie some more (Haha)
But I can’t do that to ya, I just wanna vibe and chat to ya
Shows all over the world and somehow I still find my way back to ya
All your ex’s trash to ya, didn’t know how to handle ya
Girl you got a diamond glow, it’s all gonna work with timing so
Here’s some cash for your purse (??)
Mondays you know I work late
Tuesday I’m going sleep early
‘Cause Wednesday I’m on the first plane
Thursday usually her day
Friday comes and I’m on tour
Saturday I do family time

[Chorus: Tamera]
And it’s SOS, that’s s*x on Sunday, popping, uh
Locked in, uh, stopping, nah
SOS, that’s s*x on Sunday, popping, uh
Locked in, uh, are we stopping, nah
If you break this DND, I’m choosing violence
Ain’t left this king bed since yesterday
You been gone since Monday, Sunday sliding
(??) on weekends, I’m on my (??)
SOS, that’s s*x on Sunday (Popping, locked in)

[Verse 2: Aitch]
Bae, I’m sorry, but I might stare

Spread ’em out and put it right there
Call me “Daddy” one more time
In nine months we’ll be shopping for a highchair
Give you
That legs back, tryna make a baby stroke, uh
Go down, (??) till my face is
Soaked
Best you ever had when you take this d!ck
Guess your ex man should’ve been taking notes
Got a coochie like crack, I’m addicted to yours
Half naked ‘fore we even get in the door
Made the bed so wet we gotta sit on the floor
I know you like it how I done did it before
Kiss you in the morning then eat your pu*sy by the day
Then I’m fu*king you to sleep, baby, I ain’t tryna play
Got you gripping on the sheets while I’m gripping on your waist
Now I’m struggling to breathe when you’re sitting on my—
Sitting on my face
Double back, tryna get another taste
Give you champagne d!ck, I’m sipping ace
Make sure you always come first like it’s a race
Breaking a sweat
That pu*sy too great to forget
And when I’m done giving you shots
I’ma take a tequila shot straight to the—