Warning lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj & Kandi]
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 b*tch in a Camry
Car seat in the back like he started a family
Yo Kan, stop playin', what the f*ck 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 b*tch that you knew from back when
Some b*tch 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

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
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)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & Kandi]
They heard about his good sexin', long erections
Nice complexion, Magnums for protection
They even heard about his tongue game
How the n*gga give brain, ain't stop 'til the c*m came
But that's words of Hip Hop
I popped the b*tch 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 b*tches 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 n*gga bail, but if the n*gga bail
I'll have him sleepin' with some killer whales
Damn, b*tches wanna f*ck 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 b*tch a pack of Nicorette
Leave all them foul b*tches wet
I give a f*ck about you and your bum crew
Mami, I'm the truth, they salute when I come through
I'm not runnin' b*tch, I bust my gun and
Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, police, open up
sh*t, yo, this b*tch Kandi set me up, yo
Yo, pass the AR, let me let these cowards have it
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