Rock City and Chris Brown - Ransom With Lyrics скачать видео бесплатно

all credit goes to Chris Brown And rock city!

LYRICS:

I go by the name of Young Chris Breezy

It's hard to see me

Cause I'm fly as a plane and my swag is in 3D

I do this in my sleep, in other words, it's really easy

New album coming soon, and I'm calling it graffiti

They're yelling, calm down Chris, please take it easy

I am taking it easy, but they do not believe me

Is it cause I'm getting this Cash Money like Weezy

Riding in my Lambo, listening to Jeezy

I got a spanish chica, all she wanna do is please me

So shorty got her face right above where my knees be

Super Freaky and I call her Flavor of Love

Cause she's willing to do anything just to be on the TV

Hottest ever and it's something y'all should know

Told you that I wasn't playing so, in I go

Have you ever seen me and Rock City's live show

All I gotta say is PTFAO

But enough about them, now it's back to me

I'm on my grind everyday cause I gots to be

I'm on another level homey and it's sad to see

That I'm killing it and I ain't even a rapper B

VA where it all goes down

The home of Clipse, Missy, Trey Songz, and your boy Chris Brown

I gotta represent homey for my hometown

If you ain't known before nigga now you know now

While I'm at it let me wave a Virgin Islands flag

Cause if I don't, Rock City's gon get mad

I'm so fly that even when I'm not an airplane

Homey, I be still getting Jet Lag

[Rock City]

Fresh of the leash, fresh of the streets

St. Thomas, so I guess you can say I'm fresh off the beach

If it's five best rappers, homey let's all compete

And if you ain't spitting crack, step the hell of the beat

Whatever's your favorite song, most likely we wrote it

If you hate me, you love me too, and you don't even know it

My brother in the back, yelling please don't do it

But Chris Brown killed it, so I'm about to blow it

I'm a serial killer, microphone gorilla

2010 Thriller, can't nobody do it iller

I got a new name that you can call instead

And don't talk, refer to me as Mr. One Hell of a Nigga

Who you know do it bigger, than me and Chris Brizzle

The flow is so cold like the mic is a Popsicle

When I'm done you gon have to put the mic in the hospital

And I even killed it, okay, maybe a little.