Chris Brown Loyal Lyrics


Loyal by Chris Brown

Young Mula baby!

You thought it was over? (let me see u) 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 (CB fuck with me!)

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These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see u 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 say she wanna do drugs Smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a nigga trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers

Photos 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 u

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 u

RAWWW 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 CB in the bay with her I 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 cheque Do it too good when she ride that dick Man I wouldn't trust that bitch No! 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 just spent your ring 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 u 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 u Yeah, yeah, let me see u Yeah, yeah, let me see u Let me see u These hoes ain't loyal Let me see u

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