Lyrics:
Amanda and Le Messie want to know when we goin' there
Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club
Of the international playboys and playgirls
The air is whizzing by, the spider watches his fly
And at best you could say you were obliged
Well let me sing the spider song, the words are too,
Prosecution deformed and enterprised now
The unity's gone called apart from it all
The problem is spreading international
Like all these welfares going to be
who used to flip O's
And run G for days used to see how I get hoes
I'm international, I get my dick licked round the globe
I'm sick right into show,
Stat Quo baby, Atlanta's own in this thang
Uh, uh
I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in
Only if you're ready baby
Ain't
Or on the east like Dave, hear my beats by Dre
If a bitch in my DM's, I know what's up
She tryna fuck, pull her panties to the side
And go all the way up
Now
shittin' gold these days
Soulja Boy, Drake
Oh, we made it
Turn me up just a little bit in the headphone
Worldwide
International
Nigga we made it,
dignity, their liberty and their rigths
And by the cruel and presumptuos
Hands of the colonial and imperialistics slavers
Were cargoed into the west,
or refusing all third lights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This sound does not subscribe
To the international plan
In the psycho shadow
to leave
I want to know can she do dat - if it's you, true dat
Meet me in the back after this track
International, money magnificence
To go against this,
irrational
When I pull up in first class, it's international
I know some ratchet bitches and they rep the North side
We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's
these days
Soulja Boy, Drake
Oh, we made it
Turn me up just a little bit in the headphone
Worldwide
International
Nigga we made it, aye
We made it
Nigga
NO LETTER TODAY
WRITER FRANKIE BROWN aka TED DAFFAN
« © '59 Peer International, BMI »
No letter today I've waited since dawn I've waited each day
you won't last, livin' out your life like that
You shoulda got down with my crew, slingin' cracks international
But instead, you wanna merge with
By William Clarke, Stephen Coore, K. Michael Cooper
And William Stewart
(Chorus)
Ah moving up (we're coming together)
Jah, Jah Children them
[Cee-Lo (Nas)]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la..
(Uh-oh, yeah)
[Nas]
Mr. International
The man centerfold women loathe
Voice bump out the Bose
So I appear and perform international
The time came she stepped to me I thought rational
But she knew I wanted it
She walked around and flaunted
Meine Damen und Herren, mesdames et messieurs
Ladies and gentles
I give you the international, sensation Fräulein Sally Bowles
You have
assigned to the Trustees of the God Bless America Fund
International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved
Used by Permission of the God Bless America
W tym bałaganie znajdź dobre nawyki a są
By ukierunkować postać zbłądzono też twą
To zalety niech nie będzie to kierunkowskazem do tunelu
Lecz
the mic your way, come on testify
Who me? That nigga Jay Dee
Some plod to beats that I flow to
Run men through, with Guru
As for me, I be the nigga that's
Check, check, check enuh
Oh gosh man
Wah do some waste man, man
A wah them feel like
Yow, splinters
Better know
Me nuh come from nowhere mi bad by mi
and collect your pretty boys
Bring 'em aboard by twos, pity the fool who falls in love with you
Do what you need be so pretty and cruel and collect those pretty
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
International
Walked the streets lonely so they can't see me
Sixteen like a moth in a beam
On a big dream
Dead eyes show they burst
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