Genres: HIP HOP
Artists:   CHRIS BROWN, LIL WAYNE, TYGA
       

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Young Mula, baby

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 her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she’d rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she’d 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 ya
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya


These hoes ain’t loyal
These girl 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
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
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya (nothing no)

These girl ain’t loyal (no they ain’t)

These girl ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
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, you don’t wanna be kissing your man
That’s a no no girl

All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don’t fuck with

Lyric

Young Mula, baby

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 her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd 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 ya
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

...
These hoes ain't loyal
These girl 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
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
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
...
These girl ain't loyal (no they ain't)

These girl ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
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, you don't wanna be kissing your man
That's a no no girl

All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch

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 ya (no, nothing)
...

These girl ain't loyal
...
These girl ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
With ciroc in the system?
Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now i know my duty
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on

Tell that bitch
Put a ring back on
Montana
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
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for ya)

...
These girl ain't loyal
These girl ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
...
These girl ain't loyal (Let me play games)
These girl ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
...
Let me see
These girl ain't loyal
Let me see

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