I don't know what's a good routine, I don't know what's a good routine On that flight that you get on, international First class seat on my lap, I ain't comfortable I ain't no wonder girl to meet, New York City I got lipstick stamps on my passport, you make it hard to read Been around the world, don't speak the language But you really don't need explaining I'm not making any understandings When you talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Guess what? You know the words in my soul, no other English Our conversations ain't through, but you know what it is I ain't no wonder girl to want, London to Taiwan I got lipstick stamps on my passport, I think I need a new one Been around the world, don't speak the language But you really don't need explaining I'm not making any understandings When you talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Those cadenas close the jeans Sold out a ring that you can suck my d*** Give it a wing, there's guns on it Chest to chest, tongue on it International aura Bitch, I'll take a pose and print, bro Know that's just what you expect So good, I bought her a pen, though Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to her Gotta say that my phone on the big booty Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to her Gotta say that my phone on the big booty Been around the world, don't speak the language But you really don't need explaining I'm not making any understandings When you talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me