"Ransom" lyrics - CHRIS BROWN


I go by the name of Yung Chris Breezy
Its hard to see me 'cause I'm fly as a plane
And my swag is in 3-D
I do this in my sleep
In other words its really easy
New album comin' soon
And I'm callin it graffiti
They yellin' calm down Chris
Please take it easy
I am takin' it easy
But they do not believe me
Is it 'cause I'm getting this cash money
Like weezy?
Ridin' in my lambo,
Listenin to jeezy?
I gotta Spanish chica
All she wanna do is please me
So shawty got a face
Right above where my knees be
Super freaky, and I call her flavor of love
'Cause she's willin' to do anything
Just to be on the TV
Hot as ever and there's something
Y'all should know
Told ya that I wasn't playin'
So in I go!
Have you ever seen me and rock cities
Live show?
All I gotta say is P. T. F. A. O.
But enough about them
Now its back, to me!
I'm on my grind everyday
'Cause I gots, to be
I'm on another level
Homie and its sad, to see
That I'm killin' it and I ain't
Even a rapper B!
VA where it all goes down
The home of Cliffs, Missy, Trey Songz and you're boy
Chris Brown
I gotta represent, homie for my home town
If you ain't informed
Nigga now you know now
While I'm at it,
Let me wave a Virgin Islands Flag,
'Cause if I don't Rock Cities gon get mad
I'm so fly that,
Even when I'm not on an airplane
Homie I be still getting jet lag

That's just a little verse man
I was just having fun.
But I brought my homies
All the way from the virgin islands

(Rock City)

Fresh off the leash
Fresh off the streets
Same timin so I guess you can say
I'm fresh off the beach
If there's 5 best rappers
Homie lets all compete
And if you ain't spittin' crack
Step the hell off the beat
Whatevers you're favorite song
Most likely we wrote it
If you hate me
You love me too
And you even know it
My brother in the back
Yellin' please don't do it! (don't do it!)
Chris Brown killed it
So I'm about to blow it
I'm a serial killer
Micro phone gorilla
2010 thriller can't nobody do it iller
I got a new name
That you can call me
Instead of dope y'all just refer to me
As mr. one hell of a nigga
Who you know do it bigger?
Than me and Chris Brizzle?
The flow so cold
Like the mic is a Popsicle
When I'm done you gon have to
Put the mic in the hospital
And I ain't even killed it,
Ok maybe a little
Hold on hold on!
I'm buggin,
VA up!
Car Keys
House Keys
Apartment keys
We a long mother F*** way from broke!
I put that on my sons
Got my homie Chris Breezy!
And before I leave you know watsup
Rock City
I just like to talk ****
Don't stop the beat
We toldem!
In my best Khaled impression,
We the BEST!
Shot out to trey songz