Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Fresh & Lac)

- Baby] w/ (ad-libs)
Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, at ya boy)
You under smell, one motherfucka! (Bird-Bezzy, Baby)
Bird (brrrrrrrrr)
Mannie Fresh, me wit this beat, you know (Yeah!)
You under smell it, we got's to get some money
Ma I got to good
We got to get cheese nigga

1 - Baby]
Nigga flip on the block, the flew in
I up a bite, I attend to the wind
Shit, dogs lyin town, dogs on the ground
Niggas hustlin, and pimpin put it down
Pitch off the mound, that third clown
We hustle for the money, we for the pound
pimpin uptown, the boy in the lounge
Put the ice on the shelf, put the up clown
So put the whips up nigga, the in town
We tryna get the money, the jewels, the
Big houses, pimpin, shine
gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch

[Mannie
Mr. Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
a project bitch, and she gotta have that giggle
It's "Sex In the City" every she get wit me
Wit her - up and down, and up - she pussy
But her pimp gon' take it, or it out and break it off
Stop for ya pop, look her in her face, then it off
A different day another dollar, see ya later I holla
Valet could you bring around my Impala

[Chorus - Mannie
I got to go, and you got to
I'm in the wind baby, pleave
That you won't be coming
Get yo hat, yo
And on out the do'
Cause you won't be, coming

2 - Baby]
It nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right
I some chicken, French fries, need it off top
Lace my ride, wall my tires
Bought to the mall, Stiletto boots, skirt tie
I worked her ride, I beamed her a
She a balla baby, Birdman pimp fly
hydro, we do it all night
Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for

Lil' funky, bitch, I pay you to fuck
For bitch, better catch ya cut
I'm not a rat's haven, for hoes, piiiimp
Make them hoes me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim
I'ma mac'a, break a and a game
Show a hustle niggas, and bring head of the change
Who you think brought that Caddy, and that brand new
Wit them 24's on 'em, and all that - bitch

w/ (ad-libs)

[Verse 3 -
I could you what you want ma, you give me what I need
Make ya fly a bird, and stay dressed to a T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the
Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the streets gettin
Pimpin is a natural, on I'm wit it
You never ride accurate, dance and business
And we do the best of thangs, and we never down
We keep it all hood, cause that's how it's out
in this ma, go holla at ya dogs
And have a good time, and to the mall
I'ma take you to the block, wit the and mac
But it's the Birdman daddy, got the of stacks

w/ (ad-libs)