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by:chris brown – chris brown – loyal ft. lil wayne, tyga lyrics

[verse 1: 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
n-gg-, that’s that nerve
why give a b-tch your heart
when she rather have a purse?
why give a b-tch your inch
when she rather have nine?
you know how the game goes
she be mine by half time, i’m the sh-t, oh
n-gg-, that’s that nerve
you all about her, and she all about hers
birdman junior in this b-tch, no flamingos
and i done did everything but trust these hoes
(cb f-ck with me!)

[hook: chris brown]
when a rich n-gg- want you
and your n-gg- can’t do nothing for ya
these hoes ain’t loyal
these hoes ain’t loyal
yeah, yeah, let me see
[bridge: chris brown]
just got rich
took a broke n-gg-’s b-tch
i can make a broke b-tch rich
but i don’t f-ck with broke b-tches

[verse 2: chris brown]
got a white girl with some fake t-tties
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 n-gg- trap
she wanna f-ck all the rappers

[hook: chris brown]
when a rich n-gg- want you
and your n-gg- can’t do nothing for ya
these hoes ain’t loyal
these hoes ain’t loyal
yeah, yeah, let me see

[verse 3: chris brown]
black girl with a big booty
if she a bad b-tch, let’s get to it (right away)
we up in this club
bring me the bottles
i know girl, that you came in this b-tch with your man
that’s a no-no girl
all this money in the air
i wanna see you dance

[bridge: chris brown]
just got rich
took a broke n-gg-’s b-tch
i can make a broke b-tch rich
but i don’t f-ck with broke b-tches

[hook: chris brown]
when a rich n-gg- want you
and your n-gg- can’t do nothing for ya
these hoes ain’t loyal
these hoes ain’t loyal
yeah, yeah, let me see

[verse 4: tyga]
uhhhh
rich young n-gg-
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 f-cking 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 rock that d-ck
man i wouldn’t trust that b-tch
no!

[verse 5: 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

[hook x2: chris brown]
when a rich n-gg- want you
and your n-gg- can’t do nothing for ya
these hoes ain’t loyal
these hoes ain’t loyal
yeah, yeah, let me see

yeah, let me see (x3)
ohhh, these hoes ain’t loya

- bychris brown lyrics

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