Nicki Minaj - Warning lyrics

Who the hell is this?
Callin' me at 12: 47 in the night
While I'm watchin' the fight
Lookin' at the phone, it's no name in sight
Blocked ID, knew something just wasn't right
It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami
Tellin' me that my man with
Some bitch in a Camry
Car seat in the back like he started a family
Yo Kan, stop playin'
What the fuck is you sayin'?
Remember them chicks from the
Bricks 'round nine six
That we seen when we hit
A lick by the project?
Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria
I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria
I didn't say them
They schooled me to some bitch that
You knew from back when some bitch named Kim
Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim
Followed them to the crib
But the lights real dim
They hit me on the chirp, warnin' me
Now I'm warnin' you
What's it gonna be Nicki
Tell me what you wanna do

Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker
Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker
Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker
I'ma send her to her maker
I'ma send her to her maker (Kyuh)

They heard about his good sexin'
Long erections
Nice complexion, Magnums for protection
They even heard about his tongue game
How the nigga give brain
Ain't stop 'til the cum came
But that's words of Hip Hop
I popped the bitch top, like a Corona
Call a coroner, it's gonna be a lot of
Black dresses and chest vest-es
If I find out he got a next Mrs
What you think all the goons is for?
Two by the door, a few more out in New York
And I feed 'em curry chicken
I'm all about my green nahmean?
Got some fat bitches in the kitchen
I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail
Got a scale for what's in the mail
I got whatever on my nigga bail
But if the nigga bail
I'll have him sleepin' with
Some killer whales
Damn, bitches wanna fuck with my man
On the other hand
Things ain't always what you plan
It's the ones up in your prom picture
Salon witcha
Now they wanna creep in your man Jeep
I bet you Nicki won't sleep
'Cause I'ma put the heat to
Your beak, you bird-like, tweet tweet
And watch I smoke like a cigarette
Should've left the bitch a pack of Nicorette
Leave all them foul bitches wet
I give a fuck about you and your bum crew
Mami, I'm the truth
They salute when I come through
I'm not runnin' bitch, I bust my gun
Hold on I hear somebody comin'

Yo, police, open up
Shit, yo, this bitch Kandi set me up, yo
Yo, pass the AR
Let me let these cowards have it