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TQ - Internationally Yours lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here we go again 7:47, y'all strapped in? Off we go to London Heathrow Wednesday nite we freshly jumped onto the show You wanna know the real though I got love for my peoples in Japan To France, to Amsterdam, we keep it goin' For the ones who ain't knowin' Still westside 4 life and I'm a worldwide nigga, get it (Chorus) U make me feel just like home Damn all my luggage See my people all kick it together Everybody hear the beats of my songs Internationally yours I'll be back a thousand times To all my fans, I've read every one of your letters I've been around the world and I, I, I Internationally yours I Used to read about it Now I see about it, be about it And it's so exciting And to have the opportunity to me Riders that don’t speak the same language as me But know my record like they wrote it G Switzerland and Germany Light up a fat one, burn with me Me and Sabrina on the train to Spain Sun kissing like don’t nobody know our name But it's aiight though I thought I'd never find love That is until I met the 2 little French girls Stood outside in the rain all day, just waitin' to say That they was comin' to my show, and they was down to pay Hold up your lighters if you hear me right All my people across the world, if y'all feel me right I'll always keep it real with you I'll come and chill with you Cuz you made all my dreams come true I love you Yes, I do (Chorus) This one goes out to all my peoples that Threw there dubs up While drinking corn and yak And all the women with my symbol tatoowed on they back Y’all ready 4 that I guess thankx for riding 4 the west Now every damn time I’m gonna give u my best Would u believe that I used to dream bout it This one goes out to all my people that Threw they dubs up while drinkin' Koniak And all the women with my symbol tattoeed on they back Y'all crazy for that, but I feel you though I guess, thanks for ridin' for the west Now every damn time, I'ma give you my best And get ya somethin' funky like deep in ya chest Would you believe that I used to dream about it? (Rap by Homies) I never thought I'd dream about the places I've seen On a flight at 5:30, on the way to Belize I thank the Lord on my way for the day that I'm given And for not bein' dead or endin' up in prison My decision to be a musician got me on this mission Seems strange to hear foreign people screamin' my name On a plane to Spain, doin' the exact same thing with no shame Got game and use it, got love for the music My dreams and ambition got me faced with this opposition Now that I'm large, livin' my life like a superstar They callin' me the man, cuz 'round the world I got fans Ready for SoundScan, elevatin' through the southland If it wasn't for this music, what the hell would we do? And if it wasn't for this music, I'd probably have to rob you I keep my head up, pray to God that he come quick So I can escape life on the street and keep y'all bumpin' my shit (Chorus |
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