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letra de loyal (tedsmooth remix) - chris brown

[intro: sheek louch (chris brown) {dj tedsmooth}]
who y’all talkin’ to, man?
uh uh! l.o.x. (yeah, let me see)
you know we had to do this right? remix! {ted smooth, straight face, you remember!}

[verse 1: sheek louch {chris brown}]
hey! feelin like i just got signed (yeah!)
feelin like these hoes all mine
ha! but i know they ain’t loyal (uh uh)
if i leave ‘em out too long they’ll spoil {oh}
oh-oh-oh! i can tell she want a thug though (ha!)
burner on me mad ice in my hublot
woo! had to take her to my other crib
never bring her ‘round where my baby mama live
pop bottles get a dutch let’s burn up
f-ck a movie all she wanna do is turn up (turn up)
shе just wanna come to my shows
i’d done did evеrything but trust these hoes

[chorus: chris brown {sheek louch}]
when a rich n-gga want you
and your n-gga can’t do nothing for ya
oh, these hoes ain’t loyal (i got a story to tell) {remix}
whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal

[verse 2: styles p {chris brown}]
let the pound cake and the clear wax oil you (haha)
used to sling girl out aluminum foil
got your b-tch out like she just got boiled (ha!)
now she want me to play with her
i just lit up a j with her {yeah}
now she want me to stay with her
better have four other b-tches to lay with her (better)
cause my wife gon’ k!ll me (k!ll me)
got five b-tches to hit she might feel me {oh}
but them hoes ain’t loyal (uh-uh)
get down and dirty somethins’ like soil (nope)
you a rich n-gga, they foil you
you a broke n-gga won’t call you
[chorus: chris brown {sheek louch}]
when a rich n-gga want you
and your n-gga can’t do nothing for ya
oh, these hoes ain’t loyal (i got a story to tell) {remix}
whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal
yeah, yeah, let me see

[verse 3: jadakiss {chris brown}]
stayin out nights with the ballers
if you a creep you get right with the crawlers (hmmm)
thought you was in the heights with toya (yup)
you in the shorts they letting n-ggas dog ya {oh}
and that’s a fact
i took a rich n-gga b-tch then i passed her back
we just did a couple shots blew half a sack
think about it all the time ‘cause her ass was fat {yeah}
got you open like a kid in the candy store
or you stay away from it they just hand you more
they don’t own that life, you’ll understand me more
you just need to know that her p-ssy can’t be yours
sucka!

[verse 4: 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, yeah, woo)
and your n-gga can’t do nothing for ya (can’t do nothing for you) (i got a story to tell)
oh, these hoes ain’t loyal (oh, no)
whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal
yeah, yeah, let me see
(uh-huh)
when a rich n-gga want you (want you, baby, yeah)
and your n-gga can’t do nothing for ya (oh-whoa-oh)
oh, these hoes ain’t loyal (they be playin’ games, yeah)
whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal (oh-oh)
yeah, yeah, let me see

[outro: chris brown]
yeah, let me see
yeah-ah, let me see
let me see
oh, these hoes ain’t loyal
let me see

- chris brown

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