Chris Brown - Loyal (feat. Lil Wayne & Too $hort) [West Coast Version] video free download

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Young Mula, baby!

(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 blowning up her phone last night

But she ain't have her ringer 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 that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta

She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk

She wanna see a nigga trapped

She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Hook]

[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

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Too Short]

A nigga fell in love

Turn into a woosy

24-7 he was eating that pussy

But these hoes ain't faithful

A nigga like me will have your bitch on tape though

I been knowing not to trust these hoes

I get bread, get head, and fuck these hoes

In that order

Don't switch it around

Relationships change, it's so different now

No high-school sweetheart

These bitches pimpin'

All these opinions

Women on women

Lickin' them titties

Sex in the city

Yelling "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty

Bitch!

[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

[Hook]