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      Loyal

      Chris Brown

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      Chris Brown - Loyal Música y Letra

      Young mula, baby!
      (Haha, you thought it was over?)
      
      Lil wayne:
      I wasn't born last night
      I know these hoes ain’t right
      But you was blowning 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 rather have a purse?
      Why give a bitch your inch
      When she 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
      (Cb fuck with me!)
      
      Chris brown:
      When a rich nigga want you
      And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
      These hoes ain’t loyal
      These hoes ain’t loyal
      Yeah, yeah, let me see
      
      Chris brown:
      Just got rich
      Took a broke nigga’s bitch
      I can make a broke bitch rich
      But I don’t fuck with broke bitches
      
      Chris brown:
      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 trap
      She wanna fuck all the rappers
      
      When a rich nigga want you
      And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
      These hoes ain’t loyal
      These hoes ain’t loyal
      Yeah, yeah, let me see
      
      Chris brown:
      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’s bitch
      I can make a broke bitch rich
      But I don’t fuck with broke bitches
      
      When a rich nigga want you
      And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
      These hoes ain’t loyal
      These hoes ain’t loyal
      Yeah, yeah, let me see
      
      Tyga:
      Uhhhh
      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"
      Hah, me and cb 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 fronting?
      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 fronting?
      Baby show me something
      You done spent your bread on her
      And it’s all for nothing
      
      When a rich nigga want you
      And your nigga 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
      And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
      These hoes ain’t loyal
      These hoes ain’t loyal
      Yeah, yeah, let me see
      Let me see
      Let me see
      Let me see
      These hoes ain't loyal
      Let me see

      Chris Brown - Loyal Música y Letra

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