Ransom Ringtones

Woah Shawty held my heart for ransom Held my heart for ransom! Quarter milli, quarter xan, yeah Bitch you gon' need two hands, yeah Shawty held my heart for ransom Shawty drop it low cuz she a dancer This shit was a dream then it turned to a disaster Life be moving fast but my car, it go a lil' faster Beat the pussy like I beat the cancer I just want the bands Quarter milli, quarter xan, yeah Shawty you gon' need two hands, yeah Ice out diamonds but I ice out rubber bands, yeah Louie belt, designer fashion Twenty minutes, get that ass in Bitches shoot me looks cuz I'm so handsome Shawty held my heart then she took that shit for ransom Shawty know that I'm too hotty Like I'm Scottie I'm catching all these bodies She give me toppy, it's sloppy First we get to loving First we nothing then we something We was friends but now we fuckin' Eat the pussy like McMuffin Oh, it's yummy Shawty playing games, I ain't no dummy (Stoopid!) Flip her over, let out on her tummy Ballin with my doggies, we stay hungry Ok bitch, I said I'm sorry I don't wanna party Butter seats inside my Rarri I just wanna be a rockstar Wanna be like Carti Bitch you cannot stand it You did some damage Tryna cope I think I'm manic Shawty held my heart just like a bandit (Just like a what?) Just like a bandit Yeah, I think I'm manic Shawty held my heart for ransom Shawty drop it low cuz she a dancer This shit was a dream then it turned to a disaster Life be moving fast but my car, it go a lil' faster Beat the pussy like I beat the cancer I just want the bands Quarter milli, quarter xan, yeah Shawty you gon' need two hands, yeah Ice out diamonds but I ice out rubber bands, yeah Louie belt, designer fashion Twenty minutes, get that ass in

There was a time When the mountains kept their place They stood in line And they waited back the gaze No one could see No terrain now is a rock No feet could find Near the heart of old road bluff The hills are worn The place about growing pains The earths are closed The mountains had their way The kids have grown And they watched it from above Now I'm alone And I see no way to run We float on the breeze We are held to a ransom We are bones on the riffs Waiting for the waves, the waves We float on the breeze We are held to a ransom We are bones on the riffs Waiting for the waves, the waves We float... We are bones We float on the breeze We are held to a ransom We are bones on the riffs Waiting for the waves, the waves...

A Boogie wit da Hoodie, damn you be flexing (Flexing) They want you for ransom It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga you ain't got no back up, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga you ain't got no back up, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga I ain't put no cash up but it's back up I just stay with my head up and my grass cut Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun I got bands now my head up for a ransom Damn son what's the issue? Young nigga with a chip tooth and a pistol I got into the money, started hitting licks too 100 bands make your mans turn right against you Run through the money, run through the money Yeah, I like Saint Laurent so I bought a bunch of it nigga I like throwing one's so I threw a bunch of 'em nigga I'm making this song just to keep it 100 nigga Now I'm going up, niggas got their hands out nigga You wasn't around now you my mans now Probably want to get me clapped now, you a damn clown Now you wanna give me dap, now you a fan now It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga you ain't got no back up, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga I ain't put no cash up but it's back up I just stay with my head up and my grass cut Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun I got bands now my head up for a ransom I fuck it up, thumb through a check, thumb through a check My nigga, he a shooting guard, dumb with the left RJ he a referee, he gon' get the TEC I'ma keep scoring from 3, I ain't missing yet Listen up, if I feel a threat, I'ma hit you up Gripped it up, chain never tucked, I don't give a fuck When she suck she gon' lick me up Ain't no hickeys girl just hit me up When you wanna fuck girl just hit me up Stickied up and I got that drink when I drive by Stick it up, taking everything when I drive by Moving like Christiana Aguilera, Lady GaGa Another one, na-na-na-na It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga you ain't got no back up, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga I ain't put no cash up but it's back up I just stay with my head up and my grass cut Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun I got bands now my head up for a ransom

Yeah, nigga (shit), uh Yeah, nigga, yeah, ayy (you ain't got the answers, Sway) Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (woah) Your lil' bitch a freak, yeah She gon' fuck for free, yeah Know what's up with me, yeah I get to that cheese, yeah I get to that green, yeah Like my bitches mean, yeah (beep) Rock out with my team, that bankroll can't fit in my jeans Yeah (woah) This shit what I dreamed, I'm ballin' I feel like Kareem, yeah I snap, I do my thing, this make you hit the shoulder lean, yeah (ayy) Runnin' straight to the blues, took my chain Go straight to the news (yeah, what?) Nigga headed straight to the moon, I pull up in that Wraith That bitch go, "Vroom" (that's for sure) Sweepin' shit up like a broom, just wait, young nigga We gon' see the top soon (talk to 'em) Young nigga finna go and shake the room, young nigga finna blow Finna watch this bitch boom (what else?) Young nigga headed straight to the top and your lil' bitch a thot Got the ho givin' top (uh, uh, facts) Know a nigga chasin' straight after guap, when I run that shit up I'ma go drop the rock (run it up) Nigga pull up in a coupe real fast and I'm doin' the dash Might go drop the top (skrrt, nigga) Nigga breakin' that code, they be cuffin' these hoes Niggas out here actin' like cops (what the fuck?) I'm tryna be the richest We runnin' up them digits (digits) Run a nigga out his britches Phew, that's them switches (grrah) Speakin' on them riches Millie my wrist, bitch, it's a Nixon (huh?) Switch on the back of the Glock and it's glitchin' Treat it like Madden, this chopper a hit stick All of my old bitches, new bitch, they missed this (huh?) Popped off a top like that shit was a Mistic (yeah) Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, The Sixth Sense Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton They thought I was Eazy-E, no, bitch, I'm pimpin' (woah) Don't got leg problems, lil' bitch, but I'm limpin' This is my bottom bitch, no, I ain't simpin' (what else?) Ever pop pill and drink lean 'til you dizzy? (Yes) Lemonade Wock' overflow in the Simply (huh?) I'm all the way fresh, I make sure they not dingy I want my half-cent, she not worth a penny Fuck is a hook if a nigga keep goin'? If you ask me, every bitch there be goin' (yes) She wanna fuck me and yes, I do know it Step in the sun with this ice, it start snowin' I'm from 1600, that is the low end Popped a lil' pill, it hit like melatonin Gun on my waist and I ain't gon' show 'em 30 my clip and it don't even stop goin' Smokin' my opp, it turn me to The Omen If you don't know who she fuckin', that bitch fuckin' old men Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin' Wait, you don't want me just to keep goin'? I'm in your house and your bitch gettin' nasty I'm in your house like my name Kyle Massey Bitch, I be saucin' and swaggin', I'm jazzy Bullets'll shave off your head like you Cassie Bitch, I'm a goat, my Margiellas, they tabby College bitch give me head out Tallahassee I got a plug that live Cincinnati He ain't even from there, that boy from Atlanta Smokin' on vapes like I can't even get cancer Country lil' bitch, yeah, that ho, she a 'Bama Don't wanna fuck on that bitch, gettin' cancer Had your main bitch, but to me, she a random (yeah) Might to Dubai to do donuts in sandals Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún If I can't find an opp, best believe that his man doomed I let the junkie test work as a sample (woah, woah) Huh? Yeah-yeah, yeah, lil' nigga Phew, phew, phew