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.", Bitches 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. [Chorus:] I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees, The leprechaun 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 trio, Begged 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') [Chorus:] 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. NICKI MINAJ LYRICS - Keys Under Palm Trees
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