Chris brown - loyal //slowed + reverbed

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  • Опубліковано 18 гру 2024
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    Young Mula, baby!
    Ha ha
    (Let me see)
    You thought it was over?
    (Let me see)
    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
    Yeah, yeah, let me see
    (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 red bone 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 (Ha ha)
    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
    (Uh-huh)
    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
    Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
    Let me see

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