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Loyal feat. Lil Wayne,Tyga

Track byChris Brown

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  • 2014.09.16
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Lil Wayne Young Mula, baby! Chris Brown You thought it was over? Lil Wayne I wasn't born last night I know these hoes ain't right But you was blowing up her phone last night But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh Nigga, that's that nerve Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse? Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh Nigga, that's that nerve You all about her and she all about hers Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos And I done did everything but trust these hoes (C.B., fuck with me!) Chris Brown When a rich nigga want ya And your nigga can't do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Just got rich Took a broke nigga bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches Got a white girl with some fake titties I took her to the bay with me Eyes closed, smoking marijuana Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta She wanna do drugs, Smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a nigga trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no) These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't) These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Black girl with a big booty If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (right away) We up in this club Bring me the bottles I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man That's a no-no girl All this money in the air I wanna see you dance Just got rich Took a broke nigga bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing) These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Tyga Uh, rich young nigga Name got bigger and my change got bigger So my chains got bigger Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!" Ha, me and C.B. in the bay with her Send her back home so you can lay with her Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet Rose Rolex, hoes on deck She know I got a check Do it too good when she ride that dick Man, I wouldn't trust that bitch No! Chris Brown Come on, come on, girl Why you frontin'? Baby, show me something When I call her, she gon' leave And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat Come on, come on, girl Why you frontin'? Baby show me something You done spent your bread on her And it's all for nothing When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for ya) These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, yeah, let me see Let me see These hoes ain't loyal Let me see

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