Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Mannie & Lac)

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

1 - Baby]
Nigga flip on the block, the birds in
I pick up a bite, I to the wind
Shit, hungry lyin town, dogs on the ground
hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it down
Pitch off the mound, that world 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 whips up
So put the whips up nigga, the in town
We tryna get the money, the jewels, the
Big houses, pimpin, uptown
Never gon' stop, we bound, be-atch

Fresh]
Mr. Pimp Pickle, 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 pull it out and it off
for ya pop, look her in her face, then shake it off
A different day another dollar, see ya I will holla
Valet please you bring around my Impala

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

[Verse 2 -
It ain't nothin to a balla ma, somethin right
I need chicken, French fries, need it off top
my ride, black wall my tires
Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, tie
I worked her ride, I her a line
She love a balla baby, Birdman fly
hydro, we do it all night
Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for

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

w/ (ad-libs)

[Verse 3 -
I could give you what you want ma, you give me what I
Make ya fly like a bird, and stay to a T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, on the seat
Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the streets money
is a natural, on hoes I'm wit it
You never ride accurate, just and business
And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow
We keep it all hood, cause how it's goin out
Slide in ma, go holla at ya dogs
And have a good time, and head to the
I'ma you to the block, wit the crack and mac
But it's the daddy, got the stacks of stacks

w/ (ad-libs)