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« Keys under palm trees »
Nicki Minaj
Hear the Devil callin’
I can hear em
It’s like I get chills down my spine when I’m near him
Mad, I’m a tad too bad, I don’t fear him
I don’t need the preachers
I’m the high priestess
Everywhere I go, I get "Hi, nice to meet you."
Bxtches know I beast this
I’m the fashionistist
And they know I stay around the white like a groom
Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom
I think I’m gettin’ hi-high-hi-high on my own supply
Yellin’ "Rasta, alright! " when I’m ridin’ by
See I used to be the wife of a king
Back when I was smugglin’ them things in the bing
Now that I’m a boss bxtch
It’s a win-win
Come to Mr. Chow’s or meet me in Chin-Chin
Now I get’cha ching & my name bells ring -
Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding
I’m in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The leprachaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin’, I hear them boys yellin’ [x2]
Get down, get down, get down down
Get d- get down, get down, get down down
Get down, get down, get down down
Get down, get down on the ground
Get down, get down on the ground
Man, fxck a P0
And fxck a C0
’bout to set it off like Cleo
Mad they done tapped my treo
Bagged my skio
Heard the bxtch lyin’ like Leo
Anyway, I’m the ninja
Kawasaki blazin’
In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians
I kick, kick, kick it like I’m Bruce Lee’s son
So all of that yellin’ in the street soon done
Cus if I take my ski mask off, then I’m dumbin’
The young Chaka Khan, yes - I am every woman
And I am ’bout that coke, not what’cha put the rum in
Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I’m comin’ (comin’)
I’m in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The leprachaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my auntie
I think them girls tellin’, I hear them boys yellin’ [x2]
Can you hear the yellin’?
Comin’ for me, comin’ for me-e-e-e
Comin’ for me, comin’ for me, comin’ for me
I can hear em
It’s like I get chills down my spine when I’m near him
Mad, I’m a tad too bad, I don’t fear him
I don’t need the preachers
I’m the high priestess
Everywhere I go, I get "Hi, nice to meet you."
Bxtches know I beast this
I’m the fashionistist
And they know I stay around the white like a groom
Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom
I think I’m gettin’ hi-high-hi-high on my own supply
Yellin’ "Rasta, alright! " when I’m ridin’ by
See I used to be the wife of a king
Back when I was smugglin’ them things in the bing
Now that I’m a boss bxtch
It’s a win-win
Come to Mr. Chow’s or meet me in Chin-Chin
Now I get’cha ching & my name bells ring -
Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding
I’m in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The leprachaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin’, I hear them boys yellin’ [x2]
Get down, get down, get down down
Get d- get down, get down, get down down
Get down, get down, get down down
Get down, get down on the ground
Get down, get down on the ground
Man, fxck a P0
And fxck a C0
’bout to set it off like Cleo
Mad they done tapped my treo
Bagged my skio
Heard the bxtch lyin’ like Leo
Anyway, I’m the ninja
Kawasaki blazin’
In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians
I kick, kick, kick it like I’m Bruce Lee’s son
So all of that yellin’ in the street soon done
Cus if I take my ski mask off, then I’m dumbin’
The young Chaka Khan, yes - I am every woman
And I am ’bout that coke, not what’cha put the rum in
Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I’m comin’ (comin’)
I’m in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The leprachaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my auntie
I think them girls tellin’, I hear them boys yellin’ [x2]
Can you hear the yellin’?
Comin’ for me, comin’ for me-e-e-e
Comin’ for me, comin’ for me, comin’ for me
