Loyal 2014 Chris Brown; Lil Wayne; Tyga
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ศิลปิน: Chris Brown; Lil Wayne; Tyga

อัลบัม: Loyal

ออกเมื่อ: 26-03-2014

Loyal - Chris Brown

Young Mula, baby

You thought it was over

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 hear

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

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

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!

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

 

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