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 smell, number one motherfucka! (Bird-Bezzy, Baby)
Bird (brrrrrrrrr)
Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you know (Yeah!)
You under smell it, we got's to get some money
Ma I got to good
We got to get this cheese

[Verse 1 -
flip on the block, the birds flew in
I up a bite, I attend to the wind
Shit, hungry dogs lyin town, on the ground
Niggas hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it
Pitch off the mound, that third world
We hustle for the money, we for the pound
It's pimpin uptown, the boy in the
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, shine
Never stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch

[Mannie
Mr. Pimp Pickle, wit a wiggle
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 gon' take it, or pull it out and break it off
Stop for ya pop, her in her face, then shake it off
A different day another dollar, see ya I will holla
Valet please could you around my Impala

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

[Verse 2 -
It nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right
I need some chicken, French fries, it off top
my ride, black wall my tires
Bought to the mall, Stiletto boots, skirt tie
I worked her ride, I beamed her a
She love a balla baby, Birdman fly
Smoke hydro, we do it all
Fresh, Baby, CMR for life

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 niggas, and bring head of the change
Who you think brought Caddy, and that brand new Range
Wit them 24's on 'em, and all blang - bitch

w/ (ad-libs)

[Verse 3 -
I give 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 loot, I'm in the streets gettin money
is a natural, on hoes I'm wit it
You never accurate, just dance and business
And we do the best of thangs, and we never down
We keep it all hood, cause that's how goin out
Slide in ma, go holla at ya dogs
And have a good time, and head to the
I'ma take you to the block, wit the and mac
But it's the daddy, got the stacks of stacks

w/ (ad-libs)