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    "Loyal (East Coast Version)" Lyrics

    Chris Brown feat. French Montana and Lil Wayne

    [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
    I wasn't born last night
    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
    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 Bob Marley 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: French Montana]
    Once Cirocs in the system
    Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
    That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
    Not relation, I don't chase em, I replace em
    LVs, Hermes, Dolces
    Them hoes, ain't loyal, they rotate
    School me to the game, now I'm on a goody
    Put it in the loader
    She was riding in the hoot
    Fuck that bitch
    I got my own ho
    Fuck your weed
    I got my own smoke
    Had to put my mink back on
    Tell that bitch, put her ring back on

    [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

    This song was submitted on December 23rd, 2013 and last modified on November 9th, 2015.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    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.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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