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Intercontinental
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Intercontinental foi lançado em 3 de fevereiro de 2026 por EzPz' Records como parte do álbum Intercontinental - Single
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[Intro]
Goddamn, man, this shit gettin' too crazy
This shit global, I'm takin' this shit over, come on
I'm goin', rock out the show in Atlanta (Ah)
Rock out the show in
Rock out the show in
[Verse 1]
Rock out the show in Atlanta, then jumped on a flight to the Grammys, hey, hey
Hit like two hoes on the spot, that shit a double whammy, woah
Mexican hoes at the T, eat it up, bon appétit, huh, huh
Shawty too mean, from the streets, now she wanna fuck on the beach, huh, huh
I'm tryna get to the top then put all my bros on
Callin' this bitch to the spot, don't come with no clothes on
Crossed O 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
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
**** try race to the fame, I cannot complain, I know that shit made for me
[Chorus]
Intercontinental, ooh
We goin' intercontinental
Pz' done crashed the rental
My shawty built like a Versace stencil
I'm a physician, I play with the dental
Come in position, we hittin' your mental
Might hit your mama, she suckin' with dentures
All of my favorites are really expensive
[Verse 2]
Rock out the show in Atlanta, then jumped on a flight to the Grammys, hey, hey
Hit like two hoes on the spot, that shit a double whammy, woah
Mexican hoes at the T, eat it up, bon appétit, huh, huh
Shawty too mean, from the streets, now she wanna fuck on the beach, huh, huh
I'm tryna get to the top then put all my bros on
Callin' this bitch to the spot, don't come with no clothes on
Crossed O 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
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
**** try race to the fame, I cannot complain, I know that shit made for me
Written by: Papa Njie
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