Lyrics:
no come here to dey play!!
I no dey look uche face!!
Wah
Bad man international
Jor jor jor
Everything dey original
Clear road
Back in the days when
farted
I'm international, I'm landing in another department
Dusty hoes talking money, living in free apartments
Gina a hoe, Gina ain't gon' fight cause she
Underated boy is mostly from gutter
Lot of critics
They were trading by barter.
My hustle is real
Is dirty than Bata
Am I so worse
Or is the future
or the Moonlight Square, which was a central square in the market. The market was founded by the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan in the mid-17th century and has since
stand in love and wonder
At the miracle gone by
And it ain't like it used to be
Cause it's better than it was
[Chorus]
We're the new generation
We
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
an animal,
A fucking cannibal
I'm Duranimo and Hannibal
We international Gangsta bull
I'm bull and Barcelona, with a Corona
You a fake ass nigga, where's
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin
[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon]
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
International man oh yeah
Ib ecklon records
Africa president
If I leave you
I say thunder fire me oh
Baby gat the juicy oh
You no go ever tire me oh
International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements
Sounds are congruent to it
Work
It is what it ain't to these, infected disease
Thought of automatons
And you can find me ridin' round on some 33's
Cocked back kickin' dirt on my John D's
International harvestin' us some whole wheat
Yeah let's take a ride
rights
Let racist ignorance be ended
For respect makes the empires fall
Freedom is merely privilege extended
Unless enjoyed by one and all
[Chorus]
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Used by Permission of the God Bless America
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
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
(private)
Ride it (ride it)
You right by my side (yeah, yeah)
Got the bag on schedule, when I hit it with the muscle
Too incredible, wanna know the past
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
The international asshole
Who complain about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his
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
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
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