Young Dre

Young Dre - International feat. 2 Pac lyrics

(Verse One: Tupac)

Eternally thug nigga

Hilfiger, made by Tommy

So when I speak hope to reach my biunique mammies

Oh come to poppy

I love it when it's wet and sloppy

In and out the mouth piece

Until I cum no one can stop me

My bump and grind'll do ya' every time

Come get a blast of this thug passion

It'll blow ya' mind

Hey

Throw up your legs, rap them shits around my back

It's a Westside thing fucking hoes around the map

Walking down 125 while I'm peeping out hotties

And they

Seduce my Jimmie I'll be screaming give me body

Make 'em all scream my name out

Give me my props and don't you

Love how this thug nigga beat up the cock

I'm at the weekend parade

I'm watching caramel bitches play

Get with real niggas bull shit will never get you paid

This is the dream of a young black teen

I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend

Now come on

(Chorus)

(Hey girl)

I can tell that you want it

By the way your dancing on the floor

(Hey girl)

By the look in your eyes

I can tell you want some more

(Oh girl)

Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do

(Hey girl)

Girl tonight you can be...International

(Verse Two: Nipsey Hustle)

Ok, look, check it out

Nipsey when I pull up to the club on them chrome things

I'm crispy

Shining from my wrist to my gold chain

Everywhere I go I keep the hood I never change

If it ain't up on my lap

Got it stashed in the Range

Bang, bang

I'm getting bread on the proper

Private jet anywhere I tell him he go fly to

My respect had these girls saying Daddy I do

Anything you ask get it cracking when I slide through

As God as my witness, right hand on the bible

In Tokyo honey turned it up, hottie got ?? stroked for show

Now up in Atlanta in the strip club

She thick Cuz took me to the stop, where the crib was

Went full throttle got cracking I ain't bashed yet

From the kitchen to the counter top, in the bathroom

Flips mo', trips mo' stamps on my passport

Told her drop me off at Heartsville

I'm international

(Chorus)

(Ohhh)

(Young Dre The Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey)

(Ohh, International)

(Verse Three: Young Dre)

It's Mr. Hoodnational

Rider with the passport

Just landed from Paris homie pick me up I'm at the airport

With two bottle's of Moet and a bottle of Port

Can we, get something popping cause tomorrow got court

So of course I'm ready to get it

Feel it going down right now

Hopped in the whip, popped the bottle in a blood right now

Get it out of it about 50 seconds later the party right now

We celebrating Makaveli - 2Pacalypse NOW's

Escape through the front though they

?Chewed? up on tippy toes

Cruising up to get the door

If you lose a chick then let her go

She done chose it's over bro

Look around it's Harleyville

Dimes in high heels came from Japan to New York to Cali to chill

They choosing for real with no grill in my dental

Peep, my swagger tremendous make moves monumental

It was me, three mammies, E-40 and 'Pac

? rounds after party it just don't stop

(Hey girl)

(Ooh, riders)

I can tell that you want it

By the way your dancing on the floor

(Hey girl)

By the look in your eyes

I can tell you want some more

(Oh girl)

Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do

(Hey girl)

Girl tonight you can be...International

(Ooh, rider's)

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