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Keys Under Palm Trees – Nicki Minaj

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’)

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[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.

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Dreams ’07 (Feat. Hell Rell, Red Cafe, Murda Mook, Ransom & Gravy) – Nicki Minaj

As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for minute.
I think about the up and comers that could prolly get it.

I might go to jail for fucking with Hell Rell.
If he get I’ll and pull on my ponytails.
I heard Maino life was like a movie
Set up the cameras, fuck him in the jacuzzi.
Freaky Zeeky that should be easy.
He just came home, I know he wanna bone. (I know he wanna bone)
(But what about J.R Writer) I’m a skill ’em
And when I wr-wr-write ’em, I’m a grill em.
The nigga Pap he might could fuck me. (Fuck me)
But I ain’t tryna be dr-drippin’ in Gino Green. (No Gino Green)
Tell Stack to bring the black card up.
But if I fuck him, would he, would he yell SQUAD UP!
Tell Rich Boy to send me a pink toy.
Throw sum d’s on it and I might breath on it.
And when I’m in Philly, I gotta fuck Gilly.
Snatch his big mac and slap a bitch silly.

Dreams of fuckin’ a rap rap dude. (I’m just playin’. But I’m sayin’.)
Dreams of fuckin’ a rap rap dude. (I’m just playin’. But I’m sayin’.)
Dreams of fuckin’ a rap rap dude. (I’m just playin’. But I’m sayin’.)
Dreams of fuckin’ a rap rap dude.

Put it in half way, Red Cafe.
Put the pussy on his record. (mhm, that tickles)
Uncle Murda can bring the handcuffs. (Why is that?)
I gotta watch out. Gotta get a rough neck. (Oh, I get it)
As for Gravy, he might could be. (He might could be)
You know them fat niggas love to eat. (He love to eat)
And when I wanna Nicki Minaj, who could it be?
It’s them Yung Gunnaz, Chris and Lil’ Nefee.
(Well Nicki, what about Fendi. He made you pop)
Tell ’em to kick rocks or give me some top.
I’m on my way to Jerz break ransom off.
(Slurp) Quench his thirst when my pants come off.
Murda Mook and Milz gon’ have to battle.
Scoop who ever win and tell ’em to ski-daddle.
Run up on Mims, he could give me back shots.
(Come here) Dis is why
(mhm) Dis is why
(mhm) Dis is why I’m hot, nigga.

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Dreams of fuckin’ a rap rap dude. (I’m just playin’. But I’m sayin’.)
Dreams of fuckin’ a rap rap dude. (I’m just playin’. But I’m sayin’.)
Dreams of fuckin’ a rap rap dude. (I’m just playin’. But I’m sayin’.)
Dreams of fuckin’ a rap rap dude.

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Truffle Butter (Feat. Drake & Lil Wayne) – Nicki Minaj

Lirik lagu: Truffle Butter (Feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1 – Drake:]
Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song ’bout somethin’ other than the money
Two things I’m ’bout is talkin’ blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you’re gettin’ all your friends and you’re gettin’ in the car
And you’re comin’ to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
Niggas see me rollin’ and their mood change
Like a motherfucker
New flow, I got a dozen of ’em
I don’t trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other
Talkin’ filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas we ain’t hidin’ from it

[Verse 2 – Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, thinkin’ out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain’t talkin’ about that Lil Wayne record
I’m still the highest sellin’ female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain’t gotta compete with a single soul
I’m good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don’t tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now?
Uhh, do you hear me?
I can’t let a wet nigga, get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me
I ain’t never need a man, to take care of me
Yo, I’m in that big boy, bitches can’t rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain’t a dentist
Your whole style and approach, I invented
And I ain’t takin’ that back, cause I meant it

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[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne:]
Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank checkin’ my account
Bank teller flirtin’ after checkin’ my account
Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain’t gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say “I know”
Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet
I’ll put my leg on the tub
Girl, this my new dance move, I just don’t know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain’t nothin’ like your last dude, what’s his name? Not important
I bought some cocaine, you can snort it
She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off like chocolate
I’m so heartless, thoughtless, lawless and flawless
Smallest regardless, largest in charge and born in New Orleans
Get killed for Jordans
Skateboard, I’m gnarly; Drake, Tunech and Barbie
You know

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Grindin – Nicki Minaj

[Talking:]
Ok, ok, ok… chea, come on, come on, uhuh, listen

[Verse 1:]
Ye’ ain’t sayin nothin lil mama I got those and I’m bout to bl- blow like snot nose,
(wha) oh no, no homo this is for my niggas, my niggas that don’t kno please tell these rap
Bitches to get ready don’t get gased unless your gettin getty, don’t get jerk. your jerk
Don’t get nutty fix up your paper work your sumbody. but you ain’t better than the president
I’m just to eliquent. bitch I’m tha president. I be sittin on a elephant coutin all my money
Where stella went… and I don’t need my groove back unless tha nigga lookin like 2-pac
Unless he got colors like tu-can… sam, sam I am. diffrent color lambs green eggs and ham
Bet I can bake a gram like the bakers man. stop runnin up on me like who? what? when
I stay around the white ike the klu klux klan. I stay around the sand butter peacan tan
(look) butter peacan tan. I stay around the sand butter peacan tan nigga,

[Talkin’:]
Damn, look I’m a bad bitch, I’m a give ya’ll a couple more bars. it’s nothin listen

I was shotgun when the bentley cruised up. I’m a bad bitch I jus throw my shoes up
I don’t say hi I jus throw my 2’s up.when I’m in texas I chuck my deuce up. bitches is snake
Sorta like meduca. fly kid on the beats like a new producer (I hate Nicki Minaj) just excuse
Her I’m in a GT she in a PT cruiser. I’m in the PT Bruiser, dang lil mama you is such a loser,
Ok you is such a loser, dang lil mama you is such a loser

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[Talkin’:]
I mean if I’m not the the badest bitch then who the fuck is I mean… you kno wen I
Do it’s done get who you want like I’m a bodie every last bitch in the game, I’m a sit on tha throne
And these bitches gunna have 2 be pickin my fruit out like. I want sum I’ll like sum fresh strawberries
And shit tell dem bitches to get ready 2 pick my fruit out… I’m a be sittin on tha throne like Micheal
Jackson and Eddie Murphy it’s nothin… ye yeh digg [laughs]

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