loyal

Loyal’Lyrics
Young Mula, baby
You thought it was over?
[Verse 1: Lil’ Wayne]
I wasn’t born last night
I know these h-es 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
Ni–a, that’s that nerve
Why give a bi-ch your heart when she’d rather have a purse?
Why give a bi-ch an inch when she’d rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the sh-t, oh
Ni–a, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bi-ch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these h-es
(CB f–k with me!)
[Chris Brown:]
When A rich ni–a want ya
And your ni–a can’t do nothing for ya
These h-es ain’t loyal
These h-es ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke ni–a bi-ch
I can make a broke bi-ch rich
But I don’t f–k with broke bi–hesGot a white girl with some fake ti–ies
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 ni–a trapped
She wanna f–k all the rappers
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby)
And your ni–a can’t do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These h-es ain’t loyal (no they ain’t)
These h-es ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bi-ch, let’s get to it right away
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bi-ch 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 ni–a bitch
I can make a broke bi-ch rich
But I don’t f–k with broke bi-ches
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby)
And your ni–a can’t do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These ho-s ain’t loyal
These ho-s ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 4: French Montana]
With ciroc in the system?
Ain’t no telling will I fu-k 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 h-es 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
F-ck that bi-ch
I got my own h-e
F-ck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bi-ch
Put a ring back on
Montana
[Chris Brown:]
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
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby)
And your ni–a can’t do nothing for ya (can’t do nothing for ya)
These ho-s ain’t loyal
These ho-s ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby)
And your ni–a can’t do nothing for ya
These ho-s ain’t loyal
These ho-s ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
These ho-s ain’t loyal
Let me see

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