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[Verse 1]
Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Man, 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 fashionistas
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', "Rastafari" 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 (Holiday season)
Now that I'm a boss bitch, 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
[Verse 2]
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'
[Verse 3]
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' (Trap-A-Holics)
[Verse 4]
Get down, get down, get down down
Get d-get down, get down, get down down
Get d-get down, get down, get down down
Get d-get down on the ground
Get-get down on the ground
[Verse 5]
Man, fuck a P-O and fuck a C-O
'Bout to "Set It Off," like Cleo
Mad, they done tapped my Treo
Bagged my skio, heard the bitch 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
'Cause 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
I say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin' (Comin')
[Verse 6]
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'
[Verse 7]
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 (Please call my aunties)
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'
[Verse 8]
Can you hear them yellin'?
Comin' for me, comin' for me
Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me
Written by: Gerrit Wessendorf, Nicki Minaj, Thomas Kessler
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