Lyrics:
Check this out, yeah yeah
All my niggas, take a walk with me
You ain't gotta holla, you can talk with me
Just try to learn where my thoughts
Check this out, yeah yeah
All my niggas, take a walk with me
You ain't gotta holla, you can talk with me
Just try to learn where my thoughts
No, you came here for what?
Whoever you came here for
So, whatever, you have no type of communication at all
So get up out my comments"
Talk to me
ballin wit the Ruff Ryder homie
And say they only drink liqour nigga but now they want some Jin
Everywhere we kick it we got the club sold
International
feeling like spaceships
Riding with models and stripping ace in the club
Show international girls how to do it with dub
While my chain swing left
All my niggas, take a walk with me
You ain't gotta holla, you can talk with me
Just try to learn where my thoughts can
Be and how I stack figures
"I have taken the decision to
Retire from international football
It has been a very tough decision for
Me to make which is why I have given
It so
to one
Mi nuh matter where the music is coming from
Music is here just to please everyone
Music is international communication
Tell them say!
What'cha
talk shit I follow through
once the kite is sent
I might get bent, but still planted
no second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin
for
All my niggas take a walk wit me
U ain't gotta holla, u can talk to me
Try to learn where my thoughts could be
And how I stack figures
Learn why im
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
told me to go to Soho
And get a pair of toesies
(Hello baby, New York City girl)
(One time for ya)
I'm a Brooklyn girl, international swagger
Don't
And say they only drink liqor nigga but now they want some Jin
Everywhere we kick it we got the club sold
International hustlas that travel the globe
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
just alleviate your clothes
Time to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin body talkin' shit to me
But I can't comprehend the meanin'
Time
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to 'em like
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ooh, sexy
time, got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on)
Everybody running for their motherfucking lives
Even if you Bobby Seal, you gon' need a Huey P
I'm doin' me, international fluently
Speak the lingo my people talk
Don't disrespect my people, dog
[Speaking Adlib]
Yeah, DC, Stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye Tutter
the rock is in the building
and as far as I'm concern we
I make a juice box wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I make a juice box drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
I make a juice box talk, talk, talk, talk
dimensions: smoke and get drunk
the shit that you love
*guns in the club*
- the dresscode for niggas that know
Hip-Hop that's olny black in music
it's 'bout
frustrations, now you finally want to talk
I don't think that I can do it this time
Don't feel the same like it was
You can find me at the club tonight
Drinking
at a bitch
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take
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