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Loyal - Chris Brown

Vocal: Chris Brown feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga
[Intro — Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
 Young mula, baby (let me see)!
 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 blowing 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!)

[Hook — Chris Brown:]
 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

[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
 Just got rich
 Took a broke nigga's 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 smoking marijuana
 Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
 She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
 She wanna see a nigga trap
 She wanna fuck all the rappers


[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



[Verse 4 — Tyga:]
 Rich young nigga
 Name got bigger and my change got bigger
 So my chains got bigger
 Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
 With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
 Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
 I send her back home so you can lay with her
 Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
 All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
 Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
 Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
 She know I got a cheque
 Do it too good when she ride that dick
 Man I wouldn't trust that bitch

[Verse 5 — Chris Brown:]
 Come on, come on, girl
 Why you fronting?
 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 fronting?
 Baby, show me something
 You just spent your bread on her
 And it's all for nothing

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