เพลง Loyal (Explicit)

Song: Loyal

Artist: Chris Brown Featuring Lil Wayne & Tyga

Lyrics: Sevyn Streeter, Dewain Whitmore, RoccStar, Djemba Djemba, Diplo & Chris Brown

Composer: Nic Nac

Young Mula, baby!

Haha

You thought it was over?

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, ooh

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 halftime, I'm the shit, ooh

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 (Let me see)

CB, fuck with me

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal

Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Just got rich

Took a broke nigga's 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, smokin' marijuana

Rollin' up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta

She wanna do drugs (Drugs)

Smoke weed, get drunk (Wasted)

She wanna see a nigga trap

She wanna fuck all the rappers (Let me see)

When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Nothing, no)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (No, they ain't)

Whoa, 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 (Girl, it's you)

(Oh-oh)

When a rich nigga want you (Yeah, yeah, want you, baby)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No, nothing, no-whoa)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh-oh-oh-no)

Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ha!) Rich young nigga

Name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger

Ferrari, Jaguar, switchin' four lanes

With the top down screamin' out, "Money ain't a thing" (Ha!)

Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her (Bay with her)

I sent her back home so you can lay with her

Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'

All these karats like I'm a fuckin' vegetarian

Shout-out Weezy F., keep a redbone wet

Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check

Do it too good when she ride that dick (Woo)

Man, I wouldn't trust that bitch, no (Haha)

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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see)

(Uh-huh)

When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, yeah, woo)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothing for you)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh, no)

Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, yeah)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Oh-whoa-oh)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (They be playin' games, yeah)

Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh)

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see

Yeah-ah, let me see

Let me see

Let me see

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal