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[Nicki]

Who the hell is this

Callin me at 12:47 in the night

While im watchin the fight

Lookin at the phone, there's no name in site

Blocked ID, knew somthin just wasn't right

It's my girl Kandy from out in Miami

Tellin me that my man with some bitch in the Camry

Car seat in the back like he started a family

yo Kand stop playin

What the fuck is you sayin

["Kandy"]

Rememba them chicks from the bricks round 96'

That we seen when we hit the lick by the projects

[Nicki]

Oh you mean Leah, Lil sister Maria

I use to go see her in front of the Pizzaria

["Kandy"]

I didn't say them

They schooled me to some bitch that you know from back when

Some bitch named Kim

Light skinned, slim, use 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

[Nicki]

Damn imma have to send her to her maker,

Damn imma have to send her to her maker,

Damn imma have to send her to her maker

(Imma) Send her to her maker

(Imma) Send her to her maker

["Kandy"]

They heard about his good sexin

Long erection, nice complexion

Magnums for protection

They even heard about his tongue game

How the nigga give brain ain't stop till the cum came

But thats word to Hip Hop

I'll pop the bitch top

Like a Carona

[Nicki]

Call the coroner!!

Its gonna be a lot of black dresses & chest vestes

If i find out he got a next misses

What you think all the goons is for

2 by the door, a few more out in New York

And I feed em curry chicken

I'm all about my green, naw-mean

Got some fat bitches in the kitchen

I got a spot like ox

And we cook oxtails

Got a scale for whats in the mail

I got watever on my nigga bail

But if the nigga bail

I 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 ya prom pictures, salon with ya

Now they wanna creep in ya man Jeep

I bet you Nicki won't sleep

Cuz imma put the heat to ya beak

You bird like tweet tweet

And watch her smoke like a ciggarete

Shoulda left the bitch a pack of nicorette

Leave all them foul bitches wet

I give a fuck about you and bum crew

Mami I'm the truth, they salute when I come through

I'm not runnin

Bitch i bust my gun and -

Hold on, I hear somebody comin

*bang bang bang*

police open up!!

Oh shit

That bitch Kandy set me up