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Trey Songz

"Loyal (West Coast Version)"

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
Young Mula, baby!
Haha, you thought it was over?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, ooh
n*gga, that's that nerve
Why give a b*tch your heart when she rather have a purse?
Why give a b*tch an inch when she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the sh*t, ooh
n*gga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b*tch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB f*ck with me!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
When a rich n*gga want you
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke n*gga's b*tch
I can make a broke b*tch rich
But I don't f*ck with broke b*tches
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 Rasta
She wanna do drugs (Drugs)
Smoke weed, get drunk (Wasted)
She wanna see a n*gga trap
She wanna f*ck all the rappers (Let me see)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Uh-huh, when a rich n*gga want you (Want you, baby)
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya (Nothing, no)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (No, they ain't)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad b*tch, let's get to it, right away
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know, girl, that you came in this b*tch with your man
That's a no-no, girl
All this money in the air, I wanna see you dance
Just got rich (Got rich)
Took a broke n*gga's b*tch (Yeah)
I can make a broke b*tch rich
But I don't f*ck with broke b*tches (Girl, it's you)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Uh-huh, when a rich n*gga want you (Yeah, yeah, want you, baby)
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya (No, nothing, oh no)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh-oh no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 4: Too Short]
Her n*gga fell in love, turned into a woosy
24-7 he was eatin' that pus*y (Eatin' that pus*y)
But these hoes ain't faithful
A n*gga like me will have your b*tch on tape though
I been knowin' not to trust these hoes
I get bread, get head, and f*ck these hoes
In that order
Don't switch it around
Relationships change, it's so different now (It's so different now)
No high-school sweetheart
These b*tches pimpin'
All these opinions
Women on women
Lickin' them titties
Sex in the city
Hella "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty
b*tch!

[Bridge: 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 done spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Uh-huh, when a rich n*gga want you (Want you, baby, babe, woo!)
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya (Can't nothing for you)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh, no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see (Woo!)
Uh-huh, when a rich n*gga want you (Yeah, want you, baby)
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya (Oh, woah-oh)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (They be playing games, yeah)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Oh, yeah, yeah, let me see

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Let me see

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