Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Fresh & Lac)

- Baby] w/ (ad-libs)
Oh nigga, holla 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 good
We got to get this 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
Niggas hustlin, and pimpin put it down
Pitch off the mound, that third world
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 whips up
So put the up nigga, the Bird's in town
We get the money, the jewels, the brown
Big houses, pimpin, uptown
gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch

[Mannie
Mr. Pimp Pickle, wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have that
"Sex In the City" every time 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 later I holla
Valet please you bring around my Impala

[Chorus - Fresh]
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, coming

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

Lil' funky, nasty bitch, I pay you to
For what bitch, better ya cut
I'm not a rat's haven, for hoes, piiiimp
Make them hoes call me Caddy Sliiiim
mac'a, break a gear and a game
Show a hotter hustle niggas, and head of the change
Who you think that Caddy, and that brand new Range
Wit them 24's on 'em, and all that - 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 dressed to a T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, on the seat
Kitchen loot, I'm in the streets gettin money
is a natural, on hoes I'm wit it
You ride accurate, just dance and business
And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow
We keep it all hood, cause that's how it's out
in this ma, go holla at ya dogs
And have a 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)