Chris Brown – Loyal (Guitar)

Em  D/B  C
           Young Mula, baby

C  D   Em
           You thought it was over?

Em   D/B            C
   I wasn't born last night,

C                      D                 Em
   But you was blowing up her phone last night,

Em             D/B             C
   Nigga, that's that nerve, why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?

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Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes,

Em             D/B             C
   Nigga, that's that nerve, you all about her, and she all about hers

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Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos

Em  D/B               C
    When a rich nigga want ya

         C           D          Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

Em  D/B              C
    These hoes ain't loyal

C   D               Em
    These hoes ain't loyal. Yeah yeah

Em  D/B          C
        Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitch

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   I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches

Em       D/B                  C
   Got a white girl with some fake titties, I took her to the Bay with me

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    Eyes closed, smoking marijuana, rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta

Em  D/B            C
      She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk

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      She wanna see a nigga trap, she wanna fuck all the rappers

Em  D/B               C
    When a rich nigga want ya

         C           D          Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

Em  D/B              C
    These hoes ain't loyal

C   D               Em
    These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah

Em  D/B               C
    Black girl with a big booty, if she a bad bitch let'™s get to it

C        D      Em
(Right away) We up in this club (bring me the bottles)

   Em     D/B         C
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man

          C      D          Em
That's a no-no girl, all this money in the air I wanna see you dance

Em  D/B          C
        Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitch

C        D                  Em
   I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches

Em  D/B               C
    When a rich nigga want ya (Want you babe)

         C           D          Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No nothing)

Em  D/B              C
    These hoes ain't loyal (Ooh no)

C   D              Em
    These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah

    Em                 D/B     C
Uh, rich young nigga, name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger

   C        D                   Em
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes with the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing"

   Em      D/B       C
Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her, I sent her back home so you can lay with her

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Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying, all these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian

      Em           D/B            C
Shout-out Weezy F. keep a redbone wet, Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check

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Do it too good when she ride that dick, man I wouldn't trust that bitch, no

Em                D/B           C
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something

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When I call her, she gonna leave, and I bet that bottom dollar she gonna' cheat

Em                D/B           C
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something

C              D          Em
You done spent your bread on her, and it's all for nothing

Em  D/B               C
    When a rich nigga want ya

         C           D          Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

Em  D/B              C
    These hoes ain't loyal

C   D              Em
    These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah