International love- Pitbull (sped up)

Lyrics: Went from Mr. 305 (Dade County) To Mr. Worldwide (all around the word), ayy, ayy Now we’re international, so international (oh, yeah) International (woo) so international You can’t catch me boy (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 (Chris Brown) Hotter than Miami, I feel the heat (oh, yeah) Oh, oh, oh, oh (girl it’s), it’s international love (international) Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it’s international love I don’t play football But I’ve touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere I don’t play baseball But I’ve hit a home ru