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letra de ransom - j.j. sanders

[intro]
twenty, twenty, twenty, 21st holla at us! (j-a-y!)
got a chick 5’2 she a
aye, aye!
i’ma kidnap it then hold it for
i’ma kidnap it then hold it for

[hook: j.j. sanders]
walk into the club, break her neck (break her neck!)
she gone earn this tip, she gotta sweat (i said she gotta sweat!)
if you leave ya girl around me
you gone wish we never met (wish we never met!)
i’m all about a check
i’m the type to get it wet
spread her legs
let the next n-gga have some (next n-gga have some!)
but the p-ssy so good (but it’s just so good!)
i’ma kidnap it then hold it for ransom!
then hold it for ransom (then hold it for ransom!)
got a chick 5’2 she a dancer
she a freak
she do whatever i ask her
all i do is the beat the p-ssy up no manners!
so gone and throw it back
give me all that i can handle (uh-huh, aye!)
the way she throw it make a n-gga wanna grab something
drill her with the magnum
here come the back spasms
she got that fire, so i’m holding it for ransom! (better watch yo hoe!)
[verse 1: j.j. sanders]
aye, aye!
might pull up in that malibu blasting (skrttt!)
she love f-cking with me
cause i’m a real n-gga
and her man never has been
it’s a reason why i stunt like i do
cause growing up
a n-gga never had sh-t
it’s crazy how i put that to the side
and get out here and grind like i don’t have sh-t
on my cash sh-t
call me cashis
cause i’m cassius, clay to you n-ggas
it ain’t even that i don’t f-ck with y’all
i just ain’t got nothing to say to you n-ggas
i can’t relate to you n-ggas
i’m state to state on you n-ggas
if time is money
do you think i’m finna wait for you n-gga?
that’s rhetorical, i’m out here eating n-gga!
i might be nice enough to even save a plate for you n-ggas
that’s the honest truth i lied in the last line
pop up in ya city and they love me every time
always turnt up
where the chill? i buried mine
real sl!ck with the spit
i seduce her with my rhymes
everything i drop is hard
that’s medusa every time
ya main b-tch to me?
ain’t nothing but a side
no matter who she with
all it takes is one call
and i, guarantee she gone ride!
[hook: j.j. sanders]
walk into the club, break her neck! (break her neck!)
she gone earn this tip, she gotta sweat (i said she gotta sweat!)
if you leave ya girl around me
you gone wish we never met! (wish we never met!)
i’m all about a check
i’m the type to get it wet
spread her legs
let the next n-gga have some (next n-gga have some!)
but the p-ssy so good (but it’s just so good!)
i’ma kidnap it then hold it for ransom
then hold it for ransom (then hold it for ransom!)
got a chick 5’2 she a dancer
she a freak
she do whatever i ask her
all i do is the beat the p-ssy up no manners!
so gone and throw it back
give me all that i can handle
the way she throw it make a n-gga wanna grab something
drill her with the magnum
here come the back spasms
she got that fire, so i’m holding it for ransom!

[verse 2: zay bando]
shawty f-ck with me cause she know the kid handsome
always throwing ass
but that shorty ain’t a dancer
she like 5’5 b-tch that’s my type
told her come be my bae for the night
hol up
who you know spitting hotter than me?
all my flows got soul like cee lo green (cee-lo!)
if she ain’t tryna f-ck
getting left on seen
if she wanna be gang, gotta f-ck my team (ha!)
begging me to wife
like she want this sh-t for life
but i know she ain’t the type
gotta cut it like a knife
i’m too outta pocket
but these hoes really want it
so i got few bands in the sky like a rocket
ugh!
telling me to chill
i’m a young mike carter
i ain’t never seen the bench
i’m the coach and the starter
mama always said i was born to be a baller
guess she was right cause my racks way taller!
[outro: zay bando]
you already know how the f-ck we rocking!
f-ck is you talking about?
king of the 8-4-5
i been doing this sh-t
stop playing me mother f-cker
put some respect on my f-cking name you heard?
haha!

- j j sanders

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