Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Fresh & Lac)

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

1 - Baby]
Nigga on the block, the birds flew in
I pick up a bite, I attend to the
Shit, hungry lyin town, dogs on the ground
Niggas hustlin, and tryna put it down
Pitch off the mound, that third world
We hustle for the money, we scramble for the
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 stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch

Fresh]
Mr. Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch, and she 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' it, or pull 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 I will holla
Valet please could you bring around my

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

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

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

w/ (ad-libs)

[Verse 3 -
I could give you what you ma, you give 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
Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the streets gettin
is a natural, on hoes 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
Slide in this ma, go at ya dogs
And a good time, and head to the mall
take you to the block, wit the crack and mac
But it's the Birdman daddy, got the of stacks

w/ (ad-libs)