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Intercontinental
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Intercontinental è stato pubblicato il 3 febbraio 2026 da EzPz' Records come parte dell'album Intercontinental - Single
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pz'
Pz'
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Papa Njie
Papa Njie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
luc1us
luc1us
Producer
xgianii
xgianii
Producer
Qioh
Qioh
Producer

Testi

Goddamn, man, this shit gettin' too crazy (Blaow, popstar, worldwide)
This shit global, I'm takin' this shit over, come on (Popstar, worldwide)
I'm goin', rock out the show in Atlanta (Ah)
Rock out the show in— (Woah)
Rock out the show in— (Hey)
Rock out the show in Atlanta, then jumped on a flight to the Grammys, hey, hey (Woah)
Hit like two hoes on the spot, that shit a double whammy, woah
Mexican hoes at the T, eat it up, bon appétit, hol' on, hol' on (Ayy)
Shawty too mean, from the streets, now she wanna fuck on the beach, hol' on, hol' on
I'm tryna get to the top then put all my bros on
Callin' this bit' to the spot, don't come with no clothes on
Crossed Ø on my back, don't get this shit twisted
Trapped out the bathroom stalls, now I'm in the hills, rappin' 'bout jewels and bitches
Dolce & Gabbana my body, my shawty like high speeds in the Range Rover (Braow, yeah)
Pz' been poppin' this shit, I done picked up the mic, they screamin', "It's game over"
Follow a flight from Atlanta, now I'm in the first class with a hangover
Got me a bag, now the pain over (Woah)
**** try race to the fame, I cannot complain, I know that shit made it for me (Woah)
Intercontinental, ooh
We goin' intercontinental
Pz' done crashed the rental (Phew, damn)
My shawty built like a Versace stencil (Wow)
I'm a physician, I play with the dental (Woah)
Come in position, we hittin' your mental (Skrrt)
Might hit yo' mama, she suckin' with dentures (Baow)
All of my favorites are really expensive (Baow)
Rock out the show in Atlanta, then jumped on a flight to the Grammys, hey, hey (Woah)
Hit like two hoes on the spot, that shit a double whammy, woah (Ah)
Mexican hoes at the T, eat it up, bon appétit, hol' on, hol' on (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty too mean, from the streets, now she wanna fuck on the beach, hol' on, hol' on (Brr, brr, brr)
I'm tryna get to the top then put all my bros on
Callin' this bit' to the spot, don't come with no clothes on
Crossed Ø on my back, don't get this shit twisted
Trapped out the bathroom stalls, now I'm in the hills rappin' 'bout jewels and bitches (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Dolce & Gabbana my body, my shawty like high speeds in the Range Rover (Baow, yeah)
Pz' been poppin' this shit, I done picked up the mic, they screamin', "It's game over"
Follow a flight from Atlanta, now I'm in the first class with a hangover
Got me a bag, now the pain over (Ah)
**** try race to the fame, I cannot complain, I know that shit made it for me (Ah, ah)
Written by: Papa Njie
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