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[Intro: Pitbull, Chris Brown]
Went from Mr. 305 (Dade County)
To Mr. Worldwide (All around the world, ayy, ayy)
And now we're international, so international (Oh, yeah)
International (Woo!), so international
[Verse 1: Pitbull]
You can't catch me, boy (Can't catch me, boy)
I'm overseas at about a hundred G's per show
Don't test me, boy (Don't test me, boy)
'Cause I rap with the best for sure
305 'til the death of me (Yeah)
Cremate my body, let the ocean have what's left of me (Uh-huh)
But for now, forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby, you the referee, dale
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Pitbull]
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep (Yeah)
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown, woo!)
Hotter than Miami, I-I-I feel the heat (Oh, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Girl, it's), it's international love (International, oh-oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah), it's international love (Woo!)
[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I don't play football, but I've touched down everywhere, everywhere? Everywhere (Dale)
I don't play baseball, but I've hit a home run everywhere, everywhere (Dale)
I been to countries and cities I can't pronounce and to places on the globe I ain't know existed (Yeah)
In Romania, she pulled me to the side and told me, "Pit, you can have me and my sister" (Woo!)
In Lebanon, yeah, the women are bomb
And in Greece, you guessed it, the women are sweet
Been all around the world, but I ain't gon' lie
There's nothin' like Miami's heat, dale (Woo!)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Pitbull]
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep (Yeah)
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Uh-huh, woo!)
Hotter than Miami, I-I-I feel the heat (Woo, oh, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Girl, it's), it's international love (We're international, oh-oh, let's rise)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah), it's international love (Woo)
[Verse 3: Pitbull]
Down in DR, they're lookin' for visas
I ain't talkin' credit cards, if you know what I mean (¿Qué lo que?)
En Cuba, la cosa está dura
But the women get down, if you know what I mean
In Colombia, the women got everythin' done
But they some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen
In Brazil, they're freaky with big ol' booties
And they thongs, blue, yellow and green
En L.A., tengo la Mexicana
En New York, tengo la boricua
Besito' para toda' la' mujere' en Venezuela (Muah)
Y en Miami, tengo a cualquiera (Woo!)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Pitbull]
You put it down like New York City (Hey), I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles (Oh-woah), my fantasy (Woo!)
Hotter than Miami (You're hotter than Miami), I-I-I feel the heat
Oh-oh-oh-oh (All around the world), it's international love (International, oh-oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah), it's international love (Woo!)
[Bridge: Chris Brown, Pitbull]
There's not a place
That your love don't affect me, baby
So don't ever change
I'll cross the globe when I'm with you, baby
Hey (Chris Brown)
Oh-woah (This for the women worldwide, let's ride, woo!)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Pitbull]
You put it down like New York City (Woo), I never sleep (212)
Wild like Los Angeles (L.A., L.A.), my fantasy (310)
Hotter than Miami (You're hotter than Miami), I-I-I feel the heat (305)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah, woo), it's international love (We're international, international love, let's ride)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah), it's international love (Woo)
You put it down like (Down) New York City, I never sleep (Woo, 212)
Wild like Los Angeles (Los Angeles), my fantasy (310)
Hotter than Miami, I-I-I feel the heat (Oh, yeah, 305)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Woo!, oh), it's international love (International, oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh-oh), it's international love (Woo!)
[Outro: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Pitbull]
Oh-oh-oh (You're international, so international)
Oh-oh-oh (You're international, so international)
Oh-oh-oh (You're international, so international)
Woah-woah, woah-woah, international love (Surrounded by beautiful girls)
Woah-woah, woah-woah, international love
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To Mr. Worldwide, all around the world
And now,
We’re international
So international,
International, so international
You can’t catch me boy
I’m overseas at about a 100g’s for sho’
Don’t test me boy
Cuz I rap with the best for sho’
305 til 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 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
Ohh Miss International Love
Ohh Miss International Love
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