Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Mannie & Lac)

[Intro - w/ (ad-libs)
Oh nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla 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 to get some money baby
Ma I got to good
We got to get this cheese

[Verse 1 -
Nigga on the block, the birds flew in
I pick up a bite, I to the wind
Shit, hungry 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
It's uptown, the boy in the lounge
Put the ice on the shelf, put the up clown
So put the up nigga, the Bird's in town
We tryna get the money, the jewels, the
Big houses, pimpin, shine
Never gon' stop, we bound, be-atch

Fresh]
Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta that giggle
It's "Sex In the City" every she get wit me
Wit her - up and down, and up - she whipped
But her gon' take it, or pull it out and break it off
for ya pop, look her in her face, then shake it off
A different day dollar, see ya later I will 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
you won't be coming back
Get yo hat, yo
And on out the do'
Cause you won't be, coming

2 - Baby]
It ain't to a balla ma, cook somethin right
I need some chicken, fries, need it off top
Lace my ride, black wall my
Bought mami to the mall, boots, skirt tie
I her ride, I beamed her a line
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 what bitch, catch ya cut
I'm not a haven, for hoes, I'ma piiiimp
Make them call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim
I'ma mac'a, break a and a game
Show a hotter hustle niggas, and bring head of the
Who you think that Caddy, and that brand new Range
Wit them on 'em, and all that blang - bitch

w/ (ad-libs)

[Verse 3 -
I could give you what you want ma, you give me I need
Make ya fly like a bird, and dressed to a T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the
Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the gettin money
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 it all hood, cause that's how it's goin out
Slide in ma, go holla at ya dogs
And have a time, and head to the mall
take you to the block, wit the crack and mac
But it's the Birdman daddy, got the stacks of

w/ (ad-libs)