Chords for Lil Wayne "Loyalty" Feat. Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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_ and single like a dollar bill I am a free man call me Morgan
Come and slop on my knob like on the top Check in with me, don't go and do your job
I lay in the bed, and they give me head I don't have to ask, I don't have to pay
Yeah I'm bumpin' three six mafia in the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, fake niggas like Tilapia
L.A.C. Young Money Mafia tribe, but it ain't no stopping us
Why are we back by popular demand?
Group all the block and let's all go to praise
it M.O..B. I'm brazen, nigga Hard at work, I'm slavin', nigga Danceroofs up, I'm favin', nigga Percocet and Nadoro, man I could walk on water I got a son, his name's Jelenae, he want all your daughters I'm a landmine, I got this violent slide I'm racin', nigga, crew control, I'm pacin', nigga Turn around, I'm wavin', nigga There's a Glock cocked by my pantsline Young Dre head throwin' gang sign _ I got bands like it's band time Posted up at Granny's house, trappin' off the line What's all that hootin' and hollerin'? I'm hooping the dollars and drop the top It was bothering, now go and let your mother in The coke came from Columbia, the chopper is sobering Got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodeling Bitch broke, but that's only head is [Ab] swallowing Baby, get that geek and get that geek in the governing Your friends think you're dead, they must be looking for trouble [Eb] then It's a phone party, I be bustin' they fuckin' dick Then I hop in the whip, make a plan for bricks My homies say, look, we just came up on the leg I'm in the ass with a stick, it's the revenge of the grip Ho, you know it's O.H.B.,. I brought the gang and this bitch Ho, you know it's L.A.P.,. we almost famous, lil' bitch On [Ebm] our toes and on our feet [Gb] like Usher, Raymond, lil' bitch And you know Lil' Wayne is in shit and you straining the shit Fat head, long and cheap, I can strangle his dick I got more fat banging than stick than mutating a bitch I got my whole gang ganging this bitch and you came with a bitch I got more purple rain than piss and more cocaine than meth I got more [G] shit than piss and make more money than synth She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks than tips She put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips L.W., Lil' Wayne, to them, to her that's living with K.O..U. for me, she [Eb] real like Jada Pinkett Smith It's the return of the blood, by the turn of the thug We wanna know who got the shit, can show the colonel the gun Make my dirty ass cripple, take a [Gb] bath in one Make her milky fuckin' niggas like a captain's crutch Motherfuckers try to test me, I ain't crammed for one All these [G] fuckin' carrots on me, bitch, I'm rabid, son Happy birthday, I already got the gift of gab at one Motherfuckers run their mouth until they cramp their tongue Play pussy, get fucked, play ass, get [F] stuck Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut Duck tape when we quackin' up, [E] then beat em with more bats than the vampires in Dracula's Ashes to [N] ashes to dust, buried just for staring Yellow tape like canaries, we all biting, no talk My shogs breaking your aquarium out of the ordinaries Who went to the art of hustling when you see them thieves coming Know that loyalty's amongst them L.A.T. _ _ _ _ _