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Loyal

Loyal

Chris Brown

作詞 克里斯小子/Nicholas Balding/Mark Kragen/Tyrone Griffin/Bobby Brackins/Dwayne Carter/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson

作曲 克里斯小子/Nicholas Balding/Mark Kragen/Tyrone Griffin/Bobby Brackins/Dwayne Carter/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson

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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 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 go she be mine, 'bout half time, 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've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me! When I rich nigga want you And your nigga 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 nigga 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, smoking marijuana Rolling up the bar, molly I'm a rockstar She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a nigga trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers When I rich nigga want you (Want you babe) And your nigga 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 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 is funny in the air I wanna see you dance Just got rich Took a broke nigga bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches When I rich nigga want you (Want you babe) And your nigga 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 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" Hah, me and CB in the bay with her 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 check Do it too good when she rock that dick Man I wouldn't trust that bitch No! 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 done spent your bread on her And it’s all for nothing 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 When I rich nigga want you (Want you babe) And your nigga 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
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