Won't Be Coming Back Lyrics - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

(featuring Mannie Fresh & Lac) 

[Intro - Baby] w/ (ad-libs) 

Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla at ya boy) 

You under smell, number one motherfucka! (Bird-Bezzy, Baby) 

Bird call (brrrrrrrrr) 

Mannie Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you know (Yeah!) 

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 

[Verse 1 - Baby] 

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 

[Mannie Fresh] 

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 

[Chorus - Mannie Fresh] 

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 

[Verse 2 - Baby] 

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 

[Lac] 

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'ma piiiimp 

Make them hoes call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim 

I'ma 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 

[Chorus] w/ (ad-libs) 

[Verse 3 - Baby] 

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'ma take you to the block, wit the crack and mac 

But it's the Birdman daddy, got the stacks of stacks 

[Chorus] w/ (ad-libs)