Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Mannie & Lac)

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

1 - Baby]
Nigga on the block, the birds flew in
I pick up a bite, I attend to the
Shit, hungry dogs town, dogs on the ground
Niggas hustlin, and tryna put it down
off the mound, that third world clown
We hustle for the money, we scramble for the
It's pimpin uptown, the boy in the
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, uptown
Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound,

Fresh]
Mr. Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
a project bitch, and she gotta have that giggle
It's "Sex In the City" time 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, shake it off
A day another dollar, see ya later I will holla
Valet please 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'
you won't be, coming back

[Verse 2 -
It ain't nothin to a balla ma, somethin right
I need some chicken, French fries, it off top
Lace my ride, black wall my
Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, tie
I her ride, I beamed her a line
She love a baby, Birdman 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 Daddy Sliiiim
mac'a, break a gear and a game
Show a hotter hustle niggas, and bring head of the
Who you brought that Caddy, and that brand new Range
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
ya fly like 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
Pimpin is a natural, on I'm wit it
You never accurate, just dance and business
And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow
We keep it all hood, cause how it's goin 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)