Lyrics:
on vacation everyday I fuck
Bad bitches see a player, wanna lay up
The places I go make me so international
People I meet make me so international
Wherever I
on the street
Now have been going so deep
I couldn’t found some old friends
That we do use to chill
Tryna associates with the new friends
Sometimes it’s bad
to be anounced
They're getting ready
Yeah I think their getting ready to go into the court room
Mr. Franklin, how can you say you promote christian
bring back
What I am looking for
They'll be someone somewhere waiting
With their fingers round a purse
I am the missionary christian
I'm taking
Clicquot, Moët, Chandon
Christian Dior, yves Saint Laurent
Veuve Clicquot, Moët, Chandon, Dior
Yves Saint Laurent, huh
Young Alpha international, English
send you on a long vacation
Final destination
Body vacant, I just hope I make it bitch
Stop down in these Christian Dior, bitch
The world is yours,
from GRAMMYs, win by this shit international
Whatever you do just stay true and show passion
When you talk, be precise
I took a flight for the Patek
get a nigga whacked
Boy your girlfriend a Nat (Christian)
You associate with that
You associate with that
Pussy boy you get whacked
We got them straps
of the highest-profile
European actresses of
The 1950s and early 1960s
A period in which she was
An international sex symbol
(18) Clanking goes my trolley: Reference
wagons with the G's
International, overseas, new season
Nobody got these
Poker face, call your bluff
To the left cause yo time is up
Greatness, I'm
appreciated greatly
Now witness something truly inconceivable
Bubba International, but still he kept it regional
Trying to make my momma proud
Ricky Lathens see
seal em, watch em fly just like a pigeon
Labeled me a villain cause that bangpow make a killin
You got fuck nigga nigga symptoms, can't associate with em
Went ahead with head then her ass on a flight
So for obvious reasons, the class turned nasty
And her sleaze too big for a taxi
And my swag on Christian
as a Christian from a little church
With God's call on my life
A man of faith and power with a challenge to grow
I did what any saint would do in my situation
to change destiny
No more can I have it testing me
Need to really invest back in me
Only associate with those
Who want the best for me?
Alone I sit on a shelf
and a lot of debt
Yeah
Don't associate with the losses
I eat brunch with the bosses
Black beam on the Walt Whit
I talk shit and I walk it
If I wanted it, then
me
Do it slowly
Rigor mortis
Uh, fentanyl in my system I suffered with disassociation
Now I'm associated with shorties with more than an associates
international, baby
Couldn’t tell you how they do it
They could tell us how much rain up in the sewer (Wooh!)
But they couldn’t tell us how many bullets (Yeah!)
Now, who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight?
The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh!
Let
Now, who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight?
The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh!
Let me
hitting up your friend's phone
Too beautiful, I can't stay mad at you
And I can't lie, I love your bad attitude
Now, I'm going international
Ex's
Fatty girl, fatty girl
Fatty girl
Uh uh hot fire hot
(Step up and
Represent player)
International baller baby
Heeshy
Young birds in the Coupe
Who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight?
The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh!
Let me tell you
freak girl told me now she's a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan
I'm pullin' girls off the bench
Like a 6th man
I'm in the club pullin'
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