Loyal — + Chris Brown | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

Young Mula, baby. Say. Ha-ha. You thought it was over? I wasn't born last night. I know these hoes ain't right. But you was blowing up her phone last night. But she ain't have a ringer nor her ring on last night. Ooh, nigga, that's that nerve. Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse? Why give a bitch a inch when she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes, she be mine by halftime. I'm the shit, ooh. 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 Rip. When a rich nigga want you. And your nigga can't do nothing for you. Oh, these hoes ain't loyal. Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal. Yeah, yeah. Let me see. Just got rich. Took a broke nigga bitch. I can make a broke bitch rich. But I don't fuck with broke bitches. Rather 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 trap. She wanna fuck all the rappers. When a rich nigga want you. Want you, baby. And your nigga can't do nothing for you. Nothing, no. These hoes ain't loyal. No they ain't. Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal. Yeah, yeah. 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. Got rich. Took a broke nigga bitch. Yeah. I can make a broke bitch rich. But I don't fuck with broke bitches. When a rich nigga want you. Want you, baby. And your nigga can't do nothing for you. No, nothing. No. These hoes ain't loyal. Oh, no. Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Rich young nigga. Name got bigger and my chains got bigger so my chains got bigger. Ferrari, Jaguar. Switching four lanes with the top down, screaming out, "Money ain't a thing." Me and CB in the Bay with her. I sent her back home so you can lay with her. Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying. All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian. Shout out Weezy F, keep a redbone wet. Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check. Do it too good when she ride that dick. Man, I wouldn't trust that bitch. No. Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby, show me something. When I call her, she gon' leave. And I bet the bottom dollar she gon' cheat. Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby, show me something. You done spent your bread on her. And it's all for nothing. Yeah, yeah, yeah. When a rich nigga want you. Want you, baby. And your nigga can't do nothing for you. Can't do nothing for you. These hoes ain't loyal. Oh, no. Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal. Yeah, yeah. When a rich nigga want you. Want you, baby. And your nigga can't do nothing for you. Oh, whoa. These hoes ain't loyal. They be playing games. Yeah. Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Let me see it. Yeah. Let me see it. Yeah. Let me see it. Let me see it. Oh, these hoes ain't loyal.