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Loyal (East Coast Version)

Loyal (East Coast Version)

Chris Brown

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Young Mula, baby! H aha, you thought it was over? I wasn't born last night I know these hoes ain't right But you was blowin' up her phone last night But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, ooh Nigga, that's that nerve Why give a bitch your heart when she rather have a purse? Why give a bitch an inch when she rather have nine? You know how the game goes She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, ooh 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 you And your nigga can't do nothing for ya Oh, these hoes ain't loyal Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Just got rich Took a broke nigga's 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 the Bob Marley, I'm a Rasta She wanna do drugs (Drugs) Smoke weed, get drunk (Wasted) She wanna see a nigga trap She wanna fuck all the rappers (Let me see) Uh-huh, when a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Nothing, no) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (No, they ain't) Whoa, 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 (Got rich) Took a broke nigga's bitch (Yeah) I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches (Girl, it's you) Uh-huh, when a rich nigga want you (Yeah, yeah, want you, baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No, nothing, oh no) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh-oh no) Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see (Haaan!) Once Ciroc's in the system Ain't no tellin' will I fuck them, will I diss them? That's what they be yellin' I'm a pimp by blood, not relation I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em (Haaan!) LVs, Hermes, Dolces Them hoes, ain't loyal, man, they rotate School me to the game, now I know my duty Put her in the Lotus She was ridin' in that hoopty (Whoop!) Fuck that bitch, I got my own ho Fuck your weed, I got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that bitch, put her ring back on Montana! 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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see) Uh-huh, when a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, babe, woo!) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't nothing for you) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh, no) Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see (Woo!) Uh-huh, when a rich nigga want you (Yeah, want you, baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Oh, whoa-oh) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (They be playing games, yeah) Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal Oh, yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, let me see Yeah, yeah, let me see Let me see Oh, these hoes ain't loyal Let me see

Loyal (East Coast Version)

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