Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Mannie & Lac)

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

1 - Baby]
Nigga flip on the block, the birds in
I up a bite, I attend to the wind
Shit, hungry dogs lyin town, dogs on the
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 whips up
So put the up nigga, the Bird's in town
We tryna get the money, the jewels, the
Big houses, pimpin, shine
Never stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch

Fresh]
Mr. Pimp Pickle, wit a wiggle
Keep a 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 whipped
But her pimp gon' take it, or 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 could you bring my Impala

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

[Verse 2 -
It ain't nothin to a balla ma, somethin right
I need chicken, French fries, need it off top
Lace my ride, black wall my
Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, tie
I worked her ride, I beamed her a
She love a balla baby, 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
them hoes call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim
I'ma mac'a, a gear and a game
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 you what you want ma, you give me what I need
Make ya fly like a bird, and dressed to a T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, on the seat
Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the streets gettin
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 slow down
We keep it all hood, cause that's how goin out
in this ma, go holla at ya dogs
And have a good time, and head to the
I'ma you to the block, wit the crack and mac
But it's the daddy, got the stacks of stacks

w/ (ad-libs)