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    "Loyal (West Coast Version)" Lyrics

    feat. Lil Wayne and Too $hort

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    [Intro:Lil Wayne]
    Young Mula, baby!

    (You thought it was over?)

    [Verse 1: 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 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 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


    [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: Too Short]
    A nigga fell in love
    Turn into a woosy
    24-7 he was eating that pussy
    But these hoes ain't faithful
    A nigga like me will have your bitch on tape though
    I been knowing not to trust these hoes
    I get bread, get head, and fuck these hoes
    In that order
    Don't switch it around
    Relationships change, it's so different now
    No high-school sweetheart
    These bitches pimpin'
    All these opinions
    Women on women
    Lickin' them titties
    Sex in the city
    Yelling "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty

    [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
    • corrected on December 26th, 2013
    • written by Christopher Maurice Brown, Todd Anthony Shaw, Nicholas Matthew Balding, Mark Lanthier Kragen, Bobby Brackins, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Dwayne Carter, Stanley Cox, Karim Kharbouch, Asha Pulthi, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, D Angelettie
    • copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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       caligirl805 says:
      Like 029-12-2013 20:55
      Love this song and the beat, good dancing song.
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      Like 028-12-2013 01:18
       teamo65 says:
      Like 027-12-2013 21:42
      Sorry i don't like this kind of music