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Intro - x2 -: Cm Ab Eb Bb

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

Chorus -Chris Brown-:
               Cm          Ab         Eb
You put it down like New York City
   Bb            Cm          Ab         Eb
I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
    Bb        Cm        Ab      Eb
My fantasy, hotter than Miami
     Bb
I feel the heat!
Cm  Ab  Eb         Bb
Ohh, Miss International love
Cm  Ab  Eb         Bb
Ohh, Miss International love

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

Chorus -Chris Brown-:
               Cm          Ab         Eb
You put it down like New York City
   Bb            Cm          Ab         Eb
I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
    Bb        Cm        Ab      Eb
My fantasy, hotter than Miami
     Bb
I feel the heat!
Cm  Ab  Eb         Bb
Ohh, Miss International love
Cm  Ab  Eb         Bb
Ohh, Miss International love

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

Chorus -Chris Brown-:
               Cm          Ab         Eb
You put it down like New York City
   Bb            Cm          Ab         Eb
I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
    Bb        Cm        Ab      Eb
My fantasy, hotter than Miami
     Bb
I feel the heat!
Cm  Ab  Eb         Bb
Ohh, Miss International love
Cm  Ab  Eb         Bb
Ohh, Miss International love

-Chris Brown-
   Cm            Ab              Eb                    Bb
There's not a place that your love don't affect me baby
     Cm        Ab
So don't ever change
         Eb                                Bb
I cross the globe when I'm with you baby

Chorus - x2 - -Chris Brown-:
               Cm          Ab         Eb
You put it down like New York City
   Bb            Cm          Ab         Eb
I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
    Bb        Cm        Ab      Eb
My fantasy, hotter than Miami
     Bb
I feel the heat!
Cm  Ab  Eb         Bb
Ohh, Miss International love
Cm  Ab  Eb         Bb
Ohh, Miss International love    
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