J Cole - Loyal Lyrics

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho!

[Chorus: J. Cole]
She gon' ride, yeah, damn she purrty
Give her diamonds, I can't wife her
Chef is cooking, I can't tote that
Getting dome, yeah, and I'm never nervous

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
And I'm always lurkin' (Lurkin') and her titties perky
She don't wear no draws (Draws) we just close the curtain (Close the curtain)
She don't look for love (Love) she ain't never searchin' (Searchin')
Independent bitch (Bitch) and she always workin' (Always workin')
I want you to be my bae
I'm talkin' every day slave, lil mama havin' her way, ayy (Yeah)
I bought them racks out to play
We give a fuck what they say, gotta get paid every day (Ah)
She gon' ride so I know she loyal (Know she loyal)
And she pretty so you know she spoiled (Know she spoiled)
I give her diamonds, treat her like she royal (Like she royal)
I just can't wife her, I ain't tryna worry (Tryna worry)
Chef in the kitchen, cook it like it's curry (Like it's curry)
I can't tote that Glock if it ain't got a thirty (Got a thirty)
Gettin' head in the foreign, that bitch got me swervin' (She got me swervin')
And I'm never nervous (Never nervous) all my bitches perfect
[Chorus: J. Cole & Quavo]
She gon' ride, yeah, damn she purrty
Give her diamonds, I can't wife her
Chef is cooking, I can't tote that (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Getting dome, yeah, and I'm never nervous (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Remember when she told me that she just like me (Like me)
I put all the diamonds in her drip, icy (Icy)
And I put all designer on her, drip like me (Designer)
Pure water, go Dasani, homie, drip on me (Drip)
She not worried 'bout the next bitch (No) or what her ex did
She get that check, bitch, throw away my hitlist (Yeah)
Ain't felt like this since I had hit my first lick (No)
Now I'm up, I feel like slowin' down and stayin' rich (Uh)
She gon' ride 'cause I know she loyal (Skrr, skrr)
And she pretty so you know she spoiled (Bad)
Give her diamonds, treat her like she royal (Shine)
It's in the spirit like Holy Water (Woo)
You got potential and I can't ignore you (I can't)
I cover you like aluminum foil (I gotcha)
I'm gonna shoot for you, who is your soldier?
And we gon' spin the block 'til it's over (Woo, woo)

[Chorus: J. Cole]
She gon' ride, yeah, damn she purrty
Give her diamonds, I can't wife her
Chef is cooking, I can't tote that
Getting dome, yeah, and I'm never nervous