Chris Brown

Chris Brown - Loyal lyrics

rate me

[Lil Wayne:]

I wasn't born last night

I know these hoes ain’t right

But you was blowning up her phone last night

But she ain’t have her ring 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!)

Chris Brown - Hook:

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:

Just got rich

Took a broke nigga’s bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich

But I don’t fuck with broke bitches

[Chris Brown]

Got a white girl with some fake titties

I took her to the bay with me

Eyes closed smoking marijuana

Rolling up the bomb 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

[Hook:]

[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

Bridge:

Just got rich

Took a broke nigga’s bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich

But I don’t fuck with broke bitches

Chris Brown - Hook:

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

[French Montana:]

Once the rock in the system?

Ain’t no tell her will I fuck them, will I diss them

That’s what they be yelling, I’m a pimp by blood

No relation, I don’t chase some, I replay some

LVs, Hermes, Dolces

Them hoes, ain’t loyal, they rotate

School me to the game, now I’m on a goody

Put it in the loader

She was riding in the hoot

Fuck that bitch, I got my own ho

Fuck your weed, I got my own smoke

Had to put my mink back on

Tell that bitch, put her ring back on

Montana

[Chris Brown:]

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 just spent your ring on her

And it’s all for nothing

[Hook]

Thanks to TewBadBae for correcting these lyrics

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found