Letras de Chris Brown
Letra con la Pronunciación Fonética y Video de la canción: Loyal- Chris Brown con Lil Wayne y French Montana
Young Mula, baby… Youn Mula, beiby
You thought it was over?… Yiu togt it was ouver?
[Verse 1: Lil’ Wayne]
I wasn’t born last night… Ay wasent born last naigt
I know these ho$$ ain’t right… Ay now des jows eint raigt
But you was blowing up her phone last night… Bat yiu was blowin ap jer foun last naigt
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh… Bat shi eint jav jer ringer nor jer ring on last naigt, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve… Niga, dats dat nerv
Why give a bitch your heart when she’d rather have a purse?… Way giv a betch yior jart wen shid rader jav a perz?
Why give a bitch an inch when she’d rather have nine?… Way giv a betch an inch wen shid rader jav nain?
You know how the game goes… Yiu now jaw de geim gows
She be mine by half time, I’m the shit, oh… Shi bi main bay jalf taim, aym da shiet , oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers… Yiu ol abaut jer, and shi ol abaut jers
Birdman Junior in this bit$h, no flamingos… Berdman Yiunior in dis betch, no flamingows
And I done did everything, but trust these ho$$… And ay don did evrytin, bat trat diz jows
(CB fuck with me!)… (CiBi fak wit mi!)
[Chris Brown:]
When A rich ni$$a want ya… Wen a rich niga want ya
And your ni$$a can’t do nothing for ya… And yior niga kent du notin for ya
These ho$$ ain’t loyal… Diz jows eint lowyal
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see… Yiea, yieah, let mi si
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Just got rich… Yast gat rich
Took a broke ni$$a bitch… Tuk a browk niga betch
I can make a broke bit$h rich… Ay can meik a browk betch rich
But I don’t fu$k with broke bit$hes… Bat ay dont fak wit browk betches
Got a white girl with some fake titties… Gat a wait güerl wit som feik tiris
I took her to the Bay with me… Ay tuk jer tu de Bey wit mi
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana… Ays clousd, esmowkin marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley… Rowlin ap dat Bab Marly
I’m a rasta… Aym a rasta
She say she wanna do drugs,… Shi sey shi wana du drags
Smoke weed, get drunk… Esmok wiid, get drank
She wanna see a ni$$a trapped… Shi wana si a niga trapd
She wanna fu$k all the rappers… Shi wana fak ol de rapers
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni$$a want you (want you baby)…. Wen a rich niga want yiu (want yiu beiby)
And your ni$$a can’t do nothing for ya (nothing no)… And yior niga kent du notin for ya (noting noo)
These ho$$ ain’t loyal (no they ain’t)… Diz jows eint loyal (no dey eint)
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty… Blak gúerl wit a big bury
If she a bad bit$h, let’s get to it right away… If shi a bad betch, lets get tu it raigt awey
We up in this club… Wi ap in dis clab
Bring me the bottles… Bring mi de borels
I know girl, that you came in this bi$$h with your man… Ay now güerl, dat yiu keim in dis bitch wit yior man
That’s a no no girl.. Datz a now no güerl
All this money in the air… Ol dis many in di eir
I wanna see you dance… Ay wana si yiu danz
Just got rich
Took a broke ni$$a bitch
I can make a broke bit$h rich
But I don’t fuck with broke bit$hes
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni$$a want you (want you baby)
And your ni$$a can’t do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 4: French Montana]
With ciroc in the system?… Wit cirroc in de sistem?
Ain’t no telling will I fu$k them, will I diss them… Eint no telin wil ay fak dem, wil ay diz dem
That’s what they be yelling, I’m a pimp by blood… Dats wat dey bi yelin, aym a pimp bay blood
No relation, I don’t chase ‘em, I replace ‘em… No releishion, ay dont cheis em, ay ripleis em
LVs, Hermes, Dolces… ElVis, Jermes, Dolches
Them hoes ain’t loyal. Man, they rotate… Dem jows ein loyal, Man, dey roteit
School me to the game, now i know my duty… Eskul mi tu de geim, naw ay now may diury
Put it in the loader… Put et in de lowder
She was riding in the hoot… Shi was raidin in de jut
Fuck that bit$h… Fak dat bitch
I got my own ho$… Ay gat may oun jow
Fuck your weed… Fak yior wiid
I got my own smoke… Ay gat may own esmowk
Had to put my mink back on… Jad tu put may mink bak own
Tell that bit$h… Tel dat bitch
Put a ring back on… Put a ring back own
Montana… Montdana
[Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl… Com on, com on, güerl
Why you frontin’?… Way yiu frontin?
Baby show me something… Beiby show mi somtin
When I call her, she gon’ leave… Wen ay col jer, shi gon liv
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon’ cheat… And ay bet dat borom dola shi gon chit
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin’?
Baby show me something
You just spent your ring on her… Yiu yast espent yior ring on jer
And it’s all for nothing… And its ol for notin
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni$$a want you (want you baby)
And your ni$$a can’t do nothing for ya (can’t do nothing for ya)
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich ni$$a want you (want you baby)
And your ni$$a can’t do nothing for ya
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
These ho$$ ain’t loyal
Let me see
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