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Loyal lyrics

Young Mula, baby

[Lil' Wayne]
I wasn't born last night

I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blown up her phone last night
But she ain't have a ringer or 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 an inch?
When she rather have nine
You know how the game goes
She be mine, by half-time, I'm the shit, oh
N*gga, 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

[Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
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 tities
I took her to the bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up the bar, molly I'm a rasta!
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers

When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
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
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[French Montana]
What's a rock in the system?
Ain't no tellin will I fuck em will I dissed em
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase em, I re-place em
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes, ain't loyal, mehn they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my ming back on
Tell that bitch
Put her ring back on
Montana

[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 dollars 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, lemme see

When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

These hoes ain't loyal

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