paroles de chanson International - Keziah Kyser feat. Malick Kane

Goyard Bag I′m in a old shit
My bitch flexin' on some real shit
Smokin′ gas I feel some weird shit
These niggas cappin' fuck the trill shit
Take my bitch to chanel
And i'm smokin′ all the gas
And i′m geekin' like a nerd
Shoot the niggaa call it death shot, (Death shot)
He got a headache head shot, (Head shot)
She twerkin′ i'm losing my mind
I′m the plug like Jimmy Iovine
I fuck the bb all the clique (all the clique)
She turned around like Miley
And i'm off the molly
Shoot the niggaa wit the draco
Call his mom she needs some coco

Harder better
Faster stonger
I′m higher they lower
Faster they slower
Snakes in the grass
Cut them down lown
They talk that action
I'm bout that action
Greatness in my blood
Yeah got the sight the vision
P-town
City of lights
Took it over
Gas straight from Amsterdam
Chicas from Venezuela
We international
Infamous gang
We international
College dropout
But I got class
No cap
Niggas been creeping my style
No cap
Chilling French Riviera
No cap
Cruisin Testarossa
Sippin henny man fuck a 6 pack
Hitting the gym tho i got them abs
Came back from the dead feel like Jon snow
Yeah this ain't a game came to sit on the throne