Video Love Y Loyalty Ft Mannywellz de Wale 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Wale - Love Y Loyalty Ft Mannywellz Lyrics

I just want a hundred percent from a pretty woman
I just want a villa to fill it with green hundreds
I just want you niggas to know I got the blues
And feeling like it's Muddy or BB, they can't hum it
Why you niggas talking that thing but ain't done it?
How you niggas talking that crack but can't cook it?
Some my niggas ain't come out back, because a snake or a rat
So I don't need me a map to find a zoo in
Who in, who out? Coupe out we on that guap
Who Tim, who Al, who down to put a tool out?
Pull up, pull up, pull out where y'all shooters out?
Pull up, it's love, and love they won't do nun, yeah
The guerrillas on deck
Get it how you want it, fist, bullet or a check, yeah
I got gorillas on deck
Bullets like a DeLorean, they push your shit back
Abi, abi, abi, do you hear me?
I'm like a young Sunny Adé in my city
Laid back, Maybach, o ja fun mi
Omo jaiye, the gods always guiding me
Yeah the broads, yeah the broads always gossiping
And the blogs gon' blog but I'm prospering
Swear to God, if I fall tell my offspring
I was bossin' up, Kawhi kiss the ring

Me and you put together, it's double trouble (Ayy)
Fight for you through stormy weather, it's no problem (Ayy)
Let me love you, baby, I no go fumble
If I give you love, oh baby
Loyalty and love, oh baby
Loyalty and love, oh baby
Loyalty is love, oh baby
Loyalty is love, oh forever

Wipe me down, wipe me down, wipe me down, abi
Get a bag, use a rack, as a rag, abi
Money fall, money fall niggas gon' spray
But dollars or the dummies talkin' down on me, whoa
Don't got a lotta cars but I got a lotta clothes
Don't got a lotta girls but I got a lotta hoes
And I ain't really proud of the fact better young black and rich then broke and alone
Ridin' through the city with a lightskin jawn (Light-skinned)
My dark skin jawn got a white boy now (White boy)
But I am not the type that would fight that back but she ever come back I'ma widen that gap
Who loyal to who? Who telling the truth?
Who really a boss? Who really a fluke?
Who loyal to who? Who willin' to shoot?
Who pay for the lawyers? Who barely pay for their food?
Niggas, baba Folarin

Me and you put together, it's double trouble (Ayy)
Fly for you through stormy weather, it's no problem (Ayy)
Let me love you, baby, I no go fumble
If I give you love, oh baby
Loyalty and love, oh baby
Loyalty and love, oh baby
Loyalty is love, oh baby
Loyalty is love, oh forever

(Yay) Haha, so make una leave me I play my music oh
After all, music is business