Il testo della Keys under palm trees

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.