Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
Act of 1979
as being too hot to wear tight sweaters on international airspace
In this world of tension pressure and pain
she is known by men
Nations Security Act of 1979
As being too hot to wear tight sweaters on international airspace
In this world of tension pressure and pain
She is known by
the garage
That's how I ride, I'm worldwide, international
Say you better, whatever, don't be irrational
See me passing you, why going ya lost
Hit you
(Now hear this)
Vinyl star international sound system (bloodclaat rudebwoy)
Nuh DJ cyan play this
Nuh bwoy
Sorry (bumboclaat)
Is all that you
the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (ay)
I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game (ay)
I'm a big dog,
suspect
Hovering in carbon monoxide cremations
Loners waste away inside of vacant locations
Think tanks empty, international dream bank
Plug in my
out fast
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
life like that
You shoulda got down with my crew
Slingin' cracks international
But instead, you wanna merge with the rivals
And moves like that could end
is runnin' out
Fast, you won't last livin' out
Your life like that
You should've got down with my crew
Slingin' crack international
But instead, you
confidence
Fuck your continental breakfast
You incompetent my nickname International
My accent changed by accident
It's Soho House put your phone away
I don't
spending
By way of comparison, the federal government spent twenty-four million more on space exploration
And forty-three times more on national defense
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