Letra de Keys under palm trees

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.

[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 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.