You can't catch me boy I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure Don't test me boy (don't test me boy) 'cause I rap with the best Fo' sho three oh five to the death of me Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me But for now forget about that Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City I never sleep wild like Los Angeles My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat Oh oh oh oh it's international love Oh oh oh oh it's international love
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