NICKI MINAJ - Keys Under Palm Trees lyrics

rate me

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'

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')

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'

Can you hear the yellin'?

Comin' for me, comin' for me-e-e-e.

Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me.