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Loyalty Video (MV)




Performed By: Spreacha BG
Language: English
Length: 4:07
Written by: Jacob Hernandez




Spreacha BG - Loyalty Lyrics
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Huh loyaltys a motherf*cker
They'll never be another bitch to know I love her
Cut that heart off where do I begin or start off
Heres a little story I don't own the only soul to suffer
Meet Tito quiet incognito
Breath reeking of hard liquor and hot cheetos
The seniors know he rican they calling him Pablito
Never in school he lucky if he get a high C though uh
He had a thing for this Aztec queen
Eyein' her up and down while her ass stretch jeans
Approach like I'm just trynna have a past tense fling
Baby come meet in my class I'm the math test king
Whats your name Nina? You got a man then I ain't seen him
You a worker or a dreamer
You a twerker or a singer na I'm playin' witcha
If you don't mind I'ma give you a call and if I like your conversation then I'm stayin' witcha
Pause fast forward to the next month
She his rider now rollin up his next blunt neckin all stupid
Like everything they did involved cupid
Suckers for love when she get rough they crawl through it
When her momma kicked her out he was there
And when she couldn't figure out what life was all about he was there
So she promised him that she would have his seed
Give him everything he need ain't a problem that they never could exceed
Just watch Oh you gon' marry a nigga I see you down
Til son got shot baby and guess who ain't around
It's rough now he callin' her bluff now God damn
Pregnant by the next man damn loyalty's a motherf*cker
Huh loyalty's a mother f*cker
They'll never be another man I call my brother
Cut that heart off where do I begin or start off
Here's a little story I don't own the only soul to suffer
Meet Vito that's Tito's right hand
They used to put in work sell crack out white vans
Thirteen stickin' niggas up both was quick to bust
And when he was down the others there to pick em up but peep it
Vito got a little secret him and Nina creepin
Sneakin' out the crib when his best friend sleepin
Baby never tell a soul you be knowin' how it go
You fine and f*ck your nigga we just call eachother bro's
He don't treat you how you need to be
Girl you need a rude boy don't believe in me? O I got some plans
He'll be gone soon reason be he owe a couple grams
Told them boys where he stayin' now they comin for him easily
And if they all don't get him the law will
So I ain't got a problem with f*ckin his broad still
Let me hit it raw
Nutted in her we did it all now she pregnant with my baby let me make a lil call
Yo Ro I said its time you could catch him in the hall
Let them shells fly baby make him fall here it goes
Hello 911 I heard a shooting on clayton some nigga named Ro he be buggin' with his patrons
Act now you could catch him Oh and by the way
If you look up in the crib you could find what they be trappin
Bitch you don't know a damn thing if they askin'
The movie starts now action damn loyalty's a motherf*cker
Huh loyalty's a mother f*cker
They'll never be another man to know I trust em
Cut that heart off where do I begin or start off
Heres a little story I don't own the only soul to suffer
Hurt people hurt people
And turn them into worst people
We all started innocent at birth, people
But what we turn into determines if we cursed people
God damn you was my right hand
We used to be close like thighs and tight pants
Fight or flight I understand that you ain't got Mike's hands
But you holdin' nigga whats your excuse your knife jammed
God damn you was my right hand
We used to be close like thighs and tight pants
Fight or flight I understand that you ain't got Mike's hands
But you holdin' nigga whats your excuse your knife jammed
God damn you was my right hand
We used to be close like thighs and tight pants
Fight or flight I understand that you ain't got Mike's hands
But you holdin' nigga whats your excuse your knife jammed
God damn you was my right hand
We used to be close like thighs and tight pants
Fight or flight I understand that you ain't got Mike's hands
But you holdin' nigga whats your excuse your knife jammed? shit
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Huh loyaltys a motherf*cker
They'll never be another bitch to know I love her
Cut that heart off where do I begin or start off
Heres a little story I don't own the only soul to suffer
Meet Tito quiet incognito
Breath reeking of hard liquor and hot cheetos
The seniors know he rican they calling him Pablito
Never in school he lucky if he get a high C though uh
He had a thing for this Aztec queen
Eyein' her up and down while her ass stretch jeans
Approach like I'm just trynna have a past tense fling
Baby come meet in my class I'm the math test king
Whats your name Nina? You got a man then I ain't seen him
You a worker or a dreamer
You a twerker or a singer na I'm playin' witcha
If you don't mind I'ma give you a call and if I like your conversation then I'm stayin' witcha
Pause fast forward to the next month
She his rider now rollin up his next blunt neckin all stupid
Like everything they did involved cupid
Suckers for love when she get rough they crawl through it
When her momma kicked her out he was there
And when she couldn't figure out what life was all about he was there
So she promised him that she would have his seed
Give him everything he need ain't a problem that they never could exceed
Just watch Oh you gon' marry a nigga I see you down
Til son got shot baby and guess who ain't around
It's rough now he callin' her bluff now God damn
Pregnant by the next man damn loyalty's a motherf*cker
Huh loyalty's a mother f*cker
They'll never be another man I call my brother
Cut that heart off where do I begin or start off
Here's a little story I don't own the only soul to suffer
Meet Vito that's Tito's right hand
They used to put in work sell crack out white vans
Thirteen stickin' niggas up both was quick to bust
And when he was down the others there to pick em up but peep it
Vito got a little secret him and Nina creepin
Sneakin' out the crib when his best friend sleepin
Baby never tell a soul you be knowin' how it go
You fine and f*ck your nigga we just call eachother bro's
He don't treat you how you need to be
Girl you need a rude boy don't believe in me? O I got some plans
He'll be gone soon reason be he owe a couple grams
Told them boys where he stayin' now they comin for him easily
And if they all don't get him the law will
So I ain't got a problem with f*ckin his broad still
Let me hit it raw
Nutted in her we did it all now she pregnant with my baby let me make a lil call
Yo Ro I said its time you could catch him in the hall
Let them shells fly baby make him fall here it goes
Hello 911 I heard a shooting on clayton some nigga named Ro he be buggin' with his patrons
Act now you could catch him Oh and by the way
If you look up in the crib you could find what they be trappin
Bitch you don't know a damn thing if they askin'
The movie starts now action damn loyalty's a motherf*cker
Huh loyalty's a mother f*cker
They'll never be another man to know I trust em
Cut that heart off where do I begin or start off
Heres a little story I don't own the only soul to suffer
Hurt people hurt people
And turn them into worst people
We all started innocent at birth, people
But what we turn into determines if we cursed people
God damn you was my right hand
We used to be close like thighs and tight pants
Fight or flight I understand that you ain't got Mike's hands
But you holdin' nigga whats your excuse your knife jammed
God damn you was my right hand
We used to be close like thighs and tight pants
Fight or flight I understand that you ain't got Mike's hands
But you holdin' nigga whats your excuse your knife jammed
God damn you was my right hand
We used to be close like thighs and tight pants
Fight or flight I understand that you ain't got Mike's hands
But you holdin' nigga whats your excuse your knife jammed
God damn you was my right hand
We used to be close like thighs and tight pants
Fight or flight I understand that you ain't got Mike's hands
But you holdin' nigga whats your excuse your knife jammed? shit
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Writer: Jacob Hernandez
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