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CHRIS BROWN lyrics : "Loyal Ft. Lil Wayne, French Montana"

I wasn't born last nightAnnotate
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
^!$$%, 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 not a day, everyday, but trust these hoes


[Hook: Chris Brown]
When I 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: Chris Brown]

Just got rich
Took a broke ^!$$%'s (*##$
I can make a broke (*##$ rich

But I don't $#&@ with broke (*##$es

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Got a white girl with some fake !@%$
I took her to the bay with me
Eyes closed smoking !@!@&&

Rolling up the bomb molly I'm a rockstar
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a ^!$$% trapped

She wanna $#&@ all the rappers

[Hook]


[Verse 3: 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: French Montana]
Once the roc in the system?
Ain't no tell her will I $#&@ 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 rotten
School me to the game, now I'm on a goody
Put it in the loader

She was riding in the hoot
$#&@ that (*##$
I got my own ho

$#&@ your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on

Tell that (*##$, put her ring back on
Montana


[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

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