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"Loyal (East Coast Version)" Lyrics

feat. French Montana and Lil Wayne

Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know this 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!)

[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 the Bob Marley I'm a rockstar
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
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: French Montana]
Once Cirocs in the system
Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation, I don't chase em, I replace em
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

[Verse 5: 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

  • submitted by Alinda on December 23rd, 2013
  • written by Brown, Christopher Maurice / Shaw, Todd Anthony / Balding, Nicholas Matthew / Kragen, Mark Lanthier / Brackins, Bobby / Griffin Jr., Tyrone William / Carter, Dwayne / Cox, Stanley / Kharbouch, Karim / Pulthi, Asha / Akinlolu, Omololu Omari / Angelettie, D
  • copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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