International Love

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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
                 Bm          G
You can't catch me, boy
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I'm overseas and about a hundred G's for sure
         Bm                G
Don't test me boy, (Don't test me boy)
            D                  A
Cause I rap with the best for sure,
                      Bm
305 till the death of me
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Cremate my body and let the ocean have what's left of me
         Bm                   G
But for now, forget about that,
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Blow the whistle
          A
Baby you're the referee

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

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

[Pitbull]

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I don't play football but I've touched down everywhere
                            A
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
A
sister.'
   G
In Lebanon, yeah the women are bomb
    Em
And in Greece you've guessed it the women are sweet
      A                                                   F#
Been all around the world but I ain't gon' lie there's nothing like Miami's heat

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

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

[Pitbull]

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Down in D.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!
            D                           A
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
A
women I've ever seen
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In Brazil they're freaky with big old booties and their thongs, blue yellow and
A
green!
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In L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
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Besito para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah!

Y en Miami tengo a cualquiera!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

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

[Chris Brown]

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

[Chorus x2: Chris Brown]

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