Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Fresh & Lac)

[Intro - w/ (ad-libs)
Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, at ya boy)
You under smell, one motherfucka! (Bird-Bezzy, Baby)
call (brrrrrrrrr)
Mannie Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you (Yeah!)
You under smell it, we to get some money baby
Ma I got to look
We got to get this nigga

[Verse 1 -
Nigga flip on the block, the birds in
I pick up a bite, I attend to the
Shit, hungry lyin town, dogs on the ground
Niggas hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it
Pitch off the mound, that world clown
We for the money, we scramble 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 Bird's in
We get the money, the jewels, the brown
Big houses, pimpin, shine
gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch

[Mannie
Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta that giggle
It's "Sex In the City" time she get wit me
Wit her - up and down, and up - she whipped
But her pimp gon' it, or pull it out and break it off
Stop for ya pop, her in her face, then shake it off
A day another dollar, see ya later I will holla
please could you bring around my Impala

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

2 - Baby]
It ain't nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin
I need some chicken, French fries, it off top
my ride, black wall my tires
Bought mami to the mall, boots, skirt tie
I worked her ride, I beamed her a
She love a balla baby, pimp fly
Smoke hydro, we do it all
Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for

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

w/ (ad-libs)

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

w/ (ad-libs)