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CHRIS BROWN lyrics : "Loyal (featuring Lil Wayne & Tyga)"

[Intro â?? Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?

(let me see)

[Verse 1 â?? Lil Wayne:]

I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night

But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
^!$$%, that's that nerve
Why give a (*##$ your heart

When she rather have a purse?
Why give a (*##$ your inch
When she rather have nine?

You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the %#@!, oh
^!$$%, that's that nerve

You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this (*##$, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes

(CB $#&@ with me!)

[Hook â?? Chris Brown:]

When a rich ^!$$% want you
And your ^!$$% can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal

These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see


[Bridge â?? Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Took a broke ^!$$%'s (*##$

I can make a broke (*##$ rich
But I don't $#&@ with broke (*##$es


[Verse 2 â?? Chris Brown:]
Got a white girl with some fake !@%$
I took her to The Bay with me

Eyes closed smoking !@!@&&
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk

She wanna see a ^!$$% trap
She wanna $#&@ all the rappers


[Hook]

[Verse 3 â?? Chris Brown:]

Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad (*##$, let's get to it (right away)
We up in this club

Bring me the bottles
I know, girl, that you came in this (*##$ with your man
That's a no-no, girl

All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance


[Bridge]

[Hook]


[Verse 4 â?? Tyga:]
Uh

Rich young ^!$$%
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger

Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her

I send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a $#&@ing vegetarian

Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque

Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that (*##$
No!

[Verse 5 â?? Chris Brown:]

Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
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 fronting?
Baby, show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing


[Hook]

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