Loyal (East Coast Version) Mp3 Download

Artist : Chris Brown Feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana
Loyal (East Coast Version)

Loyal (East Coast Version) Lyric

Young Mulla Baby!
Haha... 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 ring nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart?
When she rather have a purse
Why give a bitch a inch?
When she 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 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

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 the Bob Marley I'm a Rasta
She wanna do drugs (drugs), smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers (Uh-huh)

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 (Got rich)
Took a broke nigga's bitch (Yeah)
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 woah woah)
These hoes ain't loyal (Ooh no)
These hoes ain't loyal (Yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Haaan! Once Cirocs 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
Not relation, I don't chase em, I replace 'em (Haaan!)
LVs, Hermes, Dolces (Dolce)
My hoes ain't loyal, man they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put her in the Lotus
She was riding 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 somethin'
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 somethin'
You done spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah yeah)

When a rich nigga want you (Want you baby, woooh)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothing for you.)
These hoes ain't loyal (Oh no, woaah)
These hoes ain't loyal (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you (Want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Oh.)
These hoes ain't loyal (They been playing games, yeah)
(Woah) These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, Let me see
Yeah..., Let me see
Let me see
Ohhh... these hoes ain't loyal
Let me see

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