Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Be Coming Back

(featuring Mannie & 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)
call (brrrrrrrrr)
Mannie Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you (Yeah!)
You under smell it, we got's to get some baby
Ma I got to look
We got to get this nigga

[Verse 1 -
Nigga flip on the block, the birds in
I pick up a bite, I to the wind
Shit, hungry dogs lyin town, on the ground
Niggas hustlin, and pimpin put it down
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 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,

[Mannie
Mr. Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have giggle
It's "Sex In the City" every she get wit me
Wit her - up and down, and up - she pussy
But her pimp gon' take it, or it out and break it off
Stop for ya pop, look her in her face, then it off
A different day another dollar, see ya later I will
Valet please you bring around my Impala

[Chorus - Mannie
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, coming

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

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

w/ (ad-libs)

[Verse 3 -
I could give you you want ma, you give me what I need
Make ya fly a bird, and stay 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 never ride accurate, dance and business
And we do the best of thangs, and we never down
We keep it all hood, that's how it's goin out
Slide in this ma, go at ya dogs
And have a time, and head to the mall
take you to the block, wit the crack and mac
But it's the daddy, got the stacks of stacks

w/ (ad-libs)