Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Won't Be Coming Back, artista - Baby
Fecha de emisión: 31.12.2002
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Won't Be Coming Back |
You under smell it, we got’s to get some money baby |
Ma I got to look good |
We got to get this cheese nigga |
Nigga flip on the block, the birds flew in |
I pick up a bite, I attend to the wind |
Shit, hungry dogs lyin town, dogs on the ground |
Niggas hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it down |
Pitch off the mound, that third world clown |
We hustle for the money, we scramble for the pound |
It’s pimpin uptown, the boy in the lounge |
Put the ice on the shelf, put the whips up clown |
So put the whips up nigga, the Bird’s in town |
We tryna get the money, the jewels, the brown |
Big houses, pimpin, shine uptown |
Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch |
Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle |
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have that giggle |
It’s «Sex In the City» every time she get wit me |
Wit her — up and down, and up — she pussy whipped |
But her pimp gon' take it, or pull it out and break it off |
Stop for ya pop, look her in her face, then shake it off |
A different day another dollar, see ya later I will holla |
Valet please could you bring around my Impala |
I got to go, and you got to leave |
I’m in the wind baby, pleave believe |
That you won’t be coming back |
Get yo hat, yo coat |
And walk on out the do' |
Cause you won’t be, coming back |
It ain’t nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right |
I need some chicken, French fries, need it off top |
Lace my ride, black wall my tires |
Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, skirt tie |
I worked her ride, I beamed her a line |
She love a balla baby, Birdman pimp fly |
Smoke hydro, we do it all night |
Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for life |
Lil' funky, nasty bitch, I pay you to fuck |
For what bitch, better catch ya cut |
I’m not a rat’s haven, for hoes, I’mma piiiimp |
Make them hoes call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim |
I’mma mac’a, break a gear and a game |
Show a hotter hustle niggas, and bring head of the change |
Who you think brought that Caddy, and that brand new Range |
Wit them 24's on 'em, and all that blang — bitch |
w/ (ad-libs) |
I could give you what you want ma, you give me what I need |
Make ya fly like a bird, and stay dressed to a T |
Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the seat |
Kitchen countin loot, I’m in the streets gettin money |
Pimpin is a natural, on hoes I’m wit it |
You never ride accurate, just dance and business |
And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow down |
We keep it all hood, cause that’s how it’s goin out |
Slide in this ma, go holla at ya dogs |
And have a good time, and head to the mall |
I’mma take you to the block, wit the crack and mac |
But it’s the Birdman daddy, got the stacks of stacks |
w/ (ad-libs) |