Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loyal, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 27.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Loyal |
| 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 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!) |
| 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 |
| Just got rich |
| Took a broke nigga’s bitch |
| I can make a broke bitch rich |
| But I don’t fuck with broke bitches |
| 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 trap |
| She wanna fuck all the rappers |
| 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 |
| Uh |
| Rich young nigga |
| Name got bigger and my change got bigger |
| So my chains got bigger |
| Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes |
| With the top down screaming out, «Money ain’t a thing!» |
| Ha, me and CB in the bay with her |
| I send 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 red bone wet |
| Rose Rolex, hoes on deck |
| She know I got a cheque |
| 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 that bottom dollar she gon' cheat |
| Come on, come on, girl |
| Why you fronting? |
| Baby, show me something |
| You just spent your bread on her |
| And it’s all for nothing |