Loyal East Coast Version Lyrics by Chris Brown

Loyal East Coast Version Lyrics


    feat. French Montana, Lil Wayne

    [Intro: Chris Brown] + (Lil Wayne)
    (YOUNG MULA BAAAAY-BAY~!!) Let me see
    Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see

    [Lil Wayne]
    I wasn't born last night
    I know this hoes ain't right
    But you was blowin' 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, ohh - 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~!

    [Chorus: 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

    [Interlude: 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

    [Chris Brown]
    Got a white girl with some fake titties
    I took her to the Bay with me
    Eyes closed, smokin' marijuana
    Rolling up the Bob Marley I'm a Ra-sta
    She wanna do drugs (drugs)
    Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)
    She wanna see a nigga trapped
    She wanna fuck all the rappers (uh-huh)

    [Chorus]

    [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

    [Interlude] + [Chorus]

    [French Montana]
    HAH! Once Cirocs in the system
    Ain't no tellin' will I fuck them, will I diss them
    That's what they be yellin', I'm a pimp by blood
    Not relation, I don't chase em, I replace em (HAH!)
    LVs, Hermes, Dolces
    Them hoes ain't loyal, they rotate
    School me to the game, now I know my duty
    Put it in the loader, she was riding in the hooty (WHOOP!)
    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 - 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 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)

    [Chorus] - 2X

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