Chris Brown - Loyal (Feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana) | Текст песни

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• Loyal (Feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana)

[Intro]
[Lil Wayne:]
Young Moola, baby!
[Chris Brown:]
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 blowin' 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 rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your 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!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you,
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya,
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal,
Wow, whese hoes ain't loyal.
Yeah, yeah, let me see!

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Just got rich,
Took a broke nigga bitch,
I can make a broke bitch rich,
But I don't fuck with broke bitches.

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Got a white girl with some fake titties,
I took her to the Bay with me,
Eyes closed smokin' marijuana,
Rollin' up the Bob Marley, I'm a Rasta.
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk, wasted,
She wanna see a nigga trap,
She wanna fuck all the rappers.

[Chorus]
When a rich nigga want you,
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya,
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal,
Wow, whese hoes ain't loyal.
Yeah, yeah, let me see!

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
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.

[Bridge]
Just got rich,
Took a broke nigga bitch,
I can make a broke bitch rich,
But I don't fuck with broke bitches.

[Chorus]
When a rich nigga want you,
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya,
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal,
Wow, whese hoes ain't loyal.
Yeah, yeah, let me see!

[Verse 4: French Montana]
What’s a rock in the system?
Ain’t no tell her what I fvck, well I dissed them
That’s what they be yelling, I’m a pimp by blood
No relation, I don’t chase some, I re-play some
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes, ain’t loyal, they rotting
School me to the game, now I’m on a goody
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
Fvck that bitch I got my own ho
Fvck your wig
I got my own smoke
Had to put my ming back on
Tell that bitch Put a ring back on
Montana

[Verse 5: 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 done spent your bread on her,
And it's all for nothing.

[Chorus 2x]
When a rich nigga want you,
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya,
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal,
Wow, whese hoes ain't loyal.
Yeah, yeah, let me see!


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