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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 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!)

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 say 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

With ciroc in the system?

Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them

That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood

No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em

LVs, Hermes, Dolces

Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate

School me to the game, now i know my duty

Put it in the loader

She was riding in the hoot

Fuck that bitch

I got my own hoe

Fuck your weed

I got my own smoke

Had to put my mink back on

Tell that bitch

Put a 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 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

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

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Let me see

These hoes ain't loyal

Let me see