Lyrics:
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
Swag central
See what we have here is
An open invitation to the first day of the rest of your life
'Rese
Just pulled up to the club in
setter
Kick killer my feet wear caskets
Fresh to death and rare
Glasses, the bomb bottles
Rose petals and Ford models
Who all follow my Twitter
And still
Fuck this role model shit I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that
dem no way king,
Cau too much gal deh yah fi di taking
Mi nah stop and let mi body start aching,
And when mi old and gray and shaking
International
the window
Bruce Willis on the pedal
Pool on the roof
Black bottle for a model
Oh, I gotta keep it fly
Mosquito doors on the auto, boss
I, I feel good, I walk
with my Brother from another Mother
We got Cars, got cribs, got Money in the Bank
Twerk girls boody up boody down, look
We're International boyz with
the whole day count,
In the club all I see is sparklers
Like birthday candles
Ten models on a regular night
Paid the price for the life
'Cause it ain't
on her (Aye, Aye)
Fashion models keep the pills on em
Thug niggas keep a grip on em (Okay)
Rapping niggas keep a grill on em (Okay)
I got the club shaking
Fuck models
Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my nigga
Live your life
Cause I'm livin' international, nigga
The American dream
All my dawgs is livin'
This is the life, I wouldn't change it
Walking in the club, like I'm famous
Poppin Champagne, and now I'm drinking
This is the life, I ain't
the worlds famous international
Sinner irrational (ha)
Nigga who dance with wolves
Masterful bash skulls
Crack axles peel out in black fords
Splatter
Baxter
Melyssa Ford, Or Katy Or Anyone After
I Just Give My Opinion For Laughter
Or Maybe To Think On
So Next Time You Out At The Club
And A Brother Offers
Clicquot, Moët, Chandon
Christian Dior, yves Saint Laurent
Veuve Clicquot, Moët, Chandon, Dior
Yves Saint Laurent, huh
Young Alpha international, English
to respect those who made rap international
Ayy, on this mic I'ma go
Show respect to those who MC'd rap to a new level
Ayy, on this mic I'ma flow
Time
the window
Bruce Willis on the pedal
Pool on the roof
Black bottle for a model
Oh, I gotta keep it fly
Mosquito doors on the auto, boss
I, I feel good, I walk
vet' jam
Pa mu, ti sen s'ban
Mos u vono, my bad gyal
Mhm, ich bleib' auf Distanz
Komm' in den Club, alle schreien meinen Namen
Model S vor der
like Drake did
I didn't change shit
I wasn't say shit
We bangin like juice did
Fuck up the club shit
Trappin like ape shit
All My bitches mystics
please pay me
Haa
Dated three models from three different countries, make it four to five maybe
Yeah and my drip too hard and my verses so wavy
Shout out
To the heaven's
City of Angel's
What you know about the land of money makers
Hot models blue skies and the Lakers
We got it all club beaches casinos
Asian Black
all week)
Caught you fucked up in the club, you was dancing by yourself
Nine times in a row I seen you drinking off the top shelf
And she don't know
I'll be your man, call me sugar daddy
Diamond on my neck, so clean so fresh
Now she got diamonds on her chest
That's why I'm a VIP
In the club with me
believe it (Believe it)
Believe it (Believe it, ooo)
Said I ain't broke, nigga; better believe it
Believe it (I'm Ford)
Said I'm on the come up (I'm Ford
got swimsuit models everywhere
House parties you got booty shaking like they don't care
Nothing quit compare; some say it's not fair
At the club we got
Discuss these Model T Ford Club International Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In