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“loyal”
(feat. lil wayne, tyga)
[intro — lil wayne & chris brown:]
young mula, baby (let me see)!
ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)
[verse 1 — lil wayne:]
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
n-gga, 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-gga, 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-gga want you
and your n-gga 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-gga’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-gga trap
she wanna f-ck all the rappers
[hook]
[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]
[hook]
[verse 4 — tyga:]
uh
rich young n-gga
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 f-cking 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 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 just spent your bread on her
and it’s all for nothing
[hook]

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