Lyrics

French designer German whip yeah Swiss clock ain't no tic toc on my wrist yeah Haitian liquor in my system got me lit yeah My bitch mixed and she the finest you could get yeah French designer German whip yeah Swiss clock ain't no tic toc on my wrist yeah Haitian liquor in my system got me lit yeah My bitch mixed and she the finest you could get I'm international Oh i'm international I'm international I'm international African queen body shape and that spanish sex appeal The color of eyes really depends on how she feels The finest of the finest make a nigga wonder if that ass is real And she ain't never tripping all she knows is keep it trill Eating pussy cheers me up i got my personal happy meal She Walks around the house naked in her new designer heels Pull her hair whisper in her ear and ask her how it feels She wanna ride it so i let her shift the gears and steer the wheel And then we get back to these dolla signs Ouh she bad and she boss bitch oh she one of a kind She doesn't care about my pockets all she wants is my time I had to turn her to a dolla cuz she's worth more than a dime French designer German whip yeah Swiss clock ain't no tic toc on my wrist yeah Haitian liquor in my system got me lit yeah My bitch mixed and she the finest you could get French designer German whip yeah Swiss clock ain't no tic toc on my wrist yeah Haitian liquor in my system got me lit yeah My bitch mixed and she the finest you could get I'm international Oh I'm international I'm international I'm international
Writer(s): Fritz Koeberl, Peter Halvax Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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