Chris Brown - Loyal (East Coast version) lyrics

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Chris Brown - Loyal (East Coast version) lyrics

Young Mula, baby I woke up all last night I know this hoes ain't right But you was blowin' up her phone last night But she ain't have a ringer nor her ring on last night ooh n***a, that's that nerve Why give a b**h your heart? when she rather have a purse Why give a b**h your inch? when she rather have nine You know how the game go she be mine, 'bout half time, I'm the sh**, ooh n***a, that's that nerve You all about her, and she all about hers Birdman Junior in this b**h no flamingos And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. f** wit' me! When I rich n***a want you And your n***a can 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 n***a b**h I can make a broke b**h rich But I don't f** with broke b**hes Got a white girl with some fake titties I took her to the Bay with me Eyes closed, smoking marijuana Rolling up the bar, molly I'm a rockstar She wanna do d**, smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a n***a trapped She wanna f** all the rappers When I rich n***a want you (Want you babe) And your n***a can't do nothing for ya (Nothin' oh) 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 b**h, let's get to it (Right away) We up in this club, bring me the bottles I know girl, that you came in this b**h with your man That's a no no girl All is funny in the air I wanna see you dance Just got rich Took a broke n***a b**h I can make a broke b**h rich But I don't f** with broke b**hes When I rich n***a want you (Want you babe) And your n***a can't do nothing for ya (No nothin' no) Oh these hoes ain't loyal (Oh no) Whoa these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see With Ciroc in the system? Ain't no tellin' will I f**, 'em or will I diss 'em 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, they rotatin' School me to the game, now I'm on my duty Put it her in the Lotus she was riding in that hooptie f** that b**h I got my own hoe f** your weed Got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that b**h 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 don' spent bread on her And it's all for nothing When I rich n***a want you (Want you babe) And your n***a can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothin' for you) Oh these hoes ain't loyal (Oh no) Whoa these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When I rich n***a want you (Want you babe) And your n***a can't do nothing for ya (Oh) Oh these hoes ain't loyal (No they ain't) Whoa these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, let me see Yeah, let me see Let me see Oh these hoes ain't loyal