Warning - Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)

Pray time is over

For one a mistake

For one a mistake

You know a do here

Do here

It's she bite go wanna a 2007

2007

He know my name

He know her name

That bad a*s b***h

Nicky what a blady girl

Nicky what a blady girl

Who the hell is this

Calling me at 1247 in the night

While I'm watching the fight

Looking 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

Telling me that my man with

Some b***h in a Camry

Car seat in the back like he started a family

Yo Kan stop playing what the

F**k is you saying

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***h that you knew from back when

Some b***h 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 warning me now I'm warning you

What's it gonna be Nicki tell me what you wanna do

D**n I'mma have to send her to her maker

D**n I'mma have to send her to her maker

D**n I'mma have to send her to her maker

I'mma send her to her maker

I'mma send her to her maker

They heard about his

Good sexing long erections

Nice complexion Magnums for protection

They even heard about his tongue game

How the n***a give brain ain't

Stop 'til the cum came

But that's words of Hip Hop

I popped the b***h 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***hes 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***a bail

But if the n***a bail

I'll have him sleeping with

Some killer whales

D**n b***hes wanna f**k with my man

On the other hand things ain't

Always what you plan

It's the ones up in your prom

Picture salon wit'cha

Now they wanna creep in your man's jeep

I bet you Nicki won't sleep

'Cause I'mma put the heat to

Your beak You'll bird like tweet tweet

And watch you smoke like a cigarette

Should've left the b***h a pack of Nicorette

Leave all them foul b***hes wet

I give a f**k about you

And your bum crew

Mami I'm the truth they salute when

I come through

I'm not running b***h

I bust my gun hold on I hear somebody coming