Pitbull - International Love (Chris Brown), аккорды

Pitbull- International Love ft. Chris Brown 

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[Pitbull]

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     Went from Mr. 305 to Mr. Worldwide, all around the world
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We're International, So international, international, So international
           
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You can't catch me, boy
               
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I'm overseas and about a hundred 
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's for sure
      
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Don't test me boy, (Don't test me boy)
        
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Cause I rap with the best for sure,
               
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305 till the death of me
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Cremate my body and let the ocean have what's left of me
      
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But for now, forget about that,
      
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Blow the whistle
       
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Baby you're the referee

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

          
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You put it down like New York City
  
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I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
   
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My fantasy, hotter than Miami
   
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I feel the heat!
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Ohh, Miss International love
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Ohh, Miss International love

[Pitbull]

 
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I don't play football but I've touched down everywhere
                   
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Everywhere? Everywhere!
           
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I don't play baseball but I've hit a home run everywhere, everywhere
   
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I've been to countries and cities I can't pronounce
   
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And the places on the globe I ain't know existed
    
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In Romania she pulled me to the side and told me 'Pit, you can have me and my 
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sister.'
  
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In Lebanon, yeah the women are bomb
   
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And in Greece you've guessed it the women are sweet
    
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Been all around the world but I ain't gon' lie there's nothing like Miami's heat

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

          
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You put it down like New York City
  
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I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
   
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My fantasy, hotter than Miami
   
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I feel the heat!
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Ohh, Miss International love
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Ohh, Miss International love

[Pitbull]

 
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Down in 
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.R. they're looking for visas,
         
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I ain't talking credit cards if you know what I mean!
  
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En Cuba, la cosa esta dura!
        
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But the woman get down, if you know what I mean!
   
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In Colombia the women got everything on but they're some of the most beautiful 
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women I've ever seen
 
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In Brazil they're freaky with big old booties and their thongs, blue yellow and 
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green!
   
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In L.
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. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
 
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Besito para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah!
           
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Y en Miami tengo a cualquiera!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

          
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You put it down like New York City
  
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I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
   
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My fantasy, hotter than Miami
   
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I feel the heat!
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Ohh, Miss International love
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Ohh, Miss International love

[Chris Brown]

  
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There's not a place that your love don't affect me baby
   
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So don't ever change
      
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I cross the globe when I'm with you baby

[Chorus x2: Chris Brown]

          
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You put it down like New York City
  
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I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
   
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My fantasy, hotter than Miami
   
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I feel the heat!
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Ohh, Miss International love
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Ohh, Miss International love

Tabed by Ben Joba