Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Fresh & Lac)

[Intro - 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 smell it, we got's to get some money baby
Ma I got to look
We got to get this nigga

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

[Mannie
Mr. Pimp Pickle, wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch, and she 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, 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 wind baby, believe
That you be coming back
Get yo hat, yo
And on out the do'
Cause you won't be, back

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

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

w/ (ad-libs)

[Verse 3 -
I could give you what you want ma, you me what I need
ya fly like a bird, and stay dressed to a T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the
countin loot, I'm in the streets gettin money
Pimpin is a natural, on I'm wit it
You never ride accurate, just and business
And we do the of thangs, and we never slow down
We keep it all hood, cause that's how goin out
Slide in this ma, go holla at ya
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 of stacks

w/ (ad-libs)