CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : WARNING
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Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Off the goddamn porch, uh
Droppin' off my kids on her face like a stork, uh
B*t*h-made boy, turn his a** to a corpse
B*t*h, I'm Nascar, so you know I got torque, uh
Demon in the flesh, boy I ain't no b*t*h
Hand up her dress out in public
Tired of the b*t*h, had enough of it
But I bet she still come here and suck the d**k, ayy
I'm a f**kin' punk, baby, I ain't a gentleman
Now shut the f**k up and swallow nut like it's cinnamon
I'm only nineteen, but the club still gon' let him in
And if they talkin' sh*t, then my shooters gon' wet 'em then
Ha-ha-ha, in my Helmut Lang
My boy got the glick, and he got good aim
I went to LA, now I'm not the same
But I'm still the devil, b*t*h, ain't nothin' changed
But I'm deranged now
I f**k around and shoot ya whole squad where you hang out
They hate my f**kin' music, b*t*h, they tell me it's way loud
And I would rather have the money, baby, not fake clout
The goofy, I'm the sh*t
AP on my wrist, look like I got the f**kin' Omnitrix
Walked down Melrose, but don't f**k wit' OnSomeSh*t
Demons in my head, I think I'm really f**kin' losin' it
She cheated on her man but he a fan, so he was cool wit' it
The pu**y easy for me, all I gotta do is Uber it
Had to hit the b*t*h twice because it was exuberant
I'm a punk, b*t*h, I am in love with doin' stupid sh*t
And I bet, because this song, they'll put me on the crucifix
F**kin' b*t*h
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, reverse that
Oooh
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Off the goddamn porch, uh
Droppin' off my kids on her face like a stork, uh
B*t*h-made boy, turn his a** to a corpse
B*t*h, I'm Nascar, so you know I got torque, uh
Demon in the flesh, boy I ain't no b*t*h
Hand up her dress out in public
Tired of the b*t*h, had enough of it
But I bet she still come here and suck the d**k, ayy
I'm a f**kin' punk, baby, I ain't a gentleman
Now shut the f**k up and swallow nut like it's cinnamon
I'm only nineteen, but the club still gon' let him in
And if they talkin' sh*t, then my shooters gon' wet 'em then
Ha-ha-ha, in my Helmut Lang
My boy got the glick, and he got good aim
I went to LA, now I'm not the same
But I'm still the devil, b*t*h, ain't nothin' changed
But I'm deranged now
I f**k around and shoot ya whole squad where you hang out
They hate my f**kin' music, b*t*h, they tell me it's way loud
And I would rather have the money, baby, not fake clout
The goofy, I'm the sh*t
AP on my wrist, look like I got the f**kin' Omnitrix
Walked down Melrose, but don't f**k wit' OnSomeSh*t
Demons in my head, I think I'm really f**kin' losin' it
She cheated on her man but he a fan, so he was cool wit' it
The pu**y easy for me, all I gotta do is Uber it
Had to hit the b*t*h twice because it was exuberant
I'm a punk, b*t*h, I am in love with doin' stupid sh*t
And I bet, because this song, they'll put me on the crucifix
F**kin' b*t*h
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
