Loyal (Explicit)
Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Tyga"Loyal (Explicit)" is a song by Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Tyga, released in 2014 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:12 long and contains 93 lines and 653 words.
Lyrics
0:00Composer: Nic Nac
0:00Young Mula, baby!
0:04Haha
0:05You thought it was over?
0:09I wasn't born last night
0:12I know these hoes ain't right
0:14But you was blowin' up her phone last night
0:16But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, ooh
0:20Nigga, that's that nerve
0:21Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
0:23Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
0:25You know how the game goes, she be mine by halftime, I'm the shit, ooh
0:29Nigga, that's that nerve
0:31You all about her, and she all about hers
0:33Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
0:35And I done did everything but trust these hoes (Let me see)
0:38CB, fuck with me
0:40When a rich nigga want you
0:42And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
0:46Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
0:51Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal
0:56Yeah, yeah, let me see
0:58Just got rich
1:01Took a broke nigga's bitch
1:03I can make a broke bitch rich
1:05But I don't fuck with broke bitches
1:07Got a white girl with some fake titties
1:10I took her to the Bay with me
1:12Eyes closed, smokin' marijuana
1:15Rollin' up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
1:17She wanna do drugs (Drugs)
1:20Smoke weed, get drunk (Wasted)
1:22She wanna see a nigga trap
1:25She wanna fuck all the rappers (Let me see)
1:27When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby)
1:30And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Nothing, no)
1:34Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (No, they ain't)
1:40Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal
1:44Yeah, yeah, let me see
1:46Black girl with a big booty
1:49If she a bad bitch, let's get to it right away
1:51We up in this club
1:54Bring me the bottles
1:56I know, girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
2:00That's a no-no, girl
2:02All this money in the air
2:04I wanna see you dance
2:05Just got rich (Got rich)
2:08Took a broke nigga's bitch (Yeah)
2:11I can make a broke bitch rich
2:13But I don't fuck with broke bitches (Girl, it's you)
2:15(Oh-oh)
2:16When a rich nigga want you (Yeah, yeah, want you, baby)
2:19And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No, nothing, no-whoa)
2:23Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh-oh-oh-no)
2:28Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal
2:33Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
2:34(Ha!) Rich young nigga
2:36Name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger
2:40Ferrari, Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
2:42With the top down screamin' out, "Money ain't a thing" (Ha!)
2:44Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her (Bay with her)
2:47I sent her back home so you can lay with her
2:49Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'
2:51All these karats like I'm a fuckin' vegetarian
2:54Shout-out Weezy F., keep a redbone wet
2:56Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check
2:59Do it too good when she ride that dick (Woo)
3:01Man, I wouldn't trust that bitch, no (Haha)
3:04Come on, come on, girl, why you frontin'?
3:07Baby, show me something
3:08When I call her, she gon' leave
3:11And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
3:13Come on, come on, girl, why you frontin'?
3:16Baby, show me something
3:18You done spent your bread on her
3:21And it's all for nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see)
3:23(Uh-huh)
3:24When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, yeah, woo)
3:27And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothing for you)
3:31Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh, no)
3:35Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal
3:41Yeah, yeah, let me see
3:43When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, yeah)
3:46And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Oh-whoa-oh)
3:50Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (They be playin' games, yeah)
3:57Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh)
4:00Yeah, yeah, let me see
4:01Yeah, let me see
4:04Yeah-ah, let me see
4:07Let me see
4:08Let me see
4:12Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
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
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