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Rob49 - Ms Coming Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, Chi Chi)
(Tone)
Heart-to-heart

[Chorus: Noodah05]
They see me winnin', they ain't tell nobody, it don't scare me (Yeah, yeah)
I wanna see her, ask her can she film for me? (Can you?)
So much of it, it don't look like real money (Damnit)
Can't trust her 'round that bag, she'll probably steal somethin' (Huh)
I'm tired of givin' you my all and you gon' leave (You gon' leave)
This shit is watered down, I'm tryna leave the streets (Grah, grah)
She say them niggas there too sexy and they mean (Naw, naw)
Could've been Muslim, named my choppеr Al-Amin (Yah)

[Verse 1: Noodah05]
Don't know if we fuckin' or we fightin', I got her tappin' out (Grah, grah)
I got hеr face inside her pillow, take them lashes off (Take 'em off)
We all diamonds in this G ride, play, we crashin' out (Takin' off)
I pay her bills, gave her a curfew, I'm her daddy now (I'm her daddy)
This shit get groovy, dude, she got lil' Noodah tatted now (She got me tatted)
It's UFC with all my blickies, never backin' down (Never backin' down)
You too sweet if you got robbed and you came back around
I'm goin' first whenever it pop 'cause I'm my mama child
I'm doin' hoodrat shit with my friends, ain't no fun in y'all (Ain't no fun)
It can't be no real beef, it ain't no gun involved
I ain't popped out with that money, I ain't fully involved (No)
I'll leave that up to y'all
[Chorus: Noodah05]
They see me winnin', they ain't tell nobody, it don't scare me (Yeah, yeah)
I wanna see her, ask her can she film for me? (Can you?)
So much of it, it don't look like real money (Damnit)
Can't trust her 'round that bag, she'll probably steal somethin' (Huh)
I'm tired of givin' you my all and you gon' leave (You gon' leave)
This shit is watered down, I'm tryna leave the streets (Grah, grah)
She say them niggas there too sexy and they mean (Naw, naw)
Could've been Muslim, named my chopper Al-Amin (Yah)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
Came out that window with Akbar like Al-Amin (Yeah)
I be tryna stick to rap, but I still trap, I'm out the street (Trap, I'm out the street, nigga)
Took the top off all the whips, we in Miami, shit a scene (Skrrt)
I been ballin' hard all year, I'm goin' hard, I blew my knee (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma go get 'em if the plug don't send 'em, yeah (Alright)
Niggas in Fort Lauderdale gon' kill somethin' for me, yeah
He don't do no scams, but he wan' trap like his daddy, yeah (Wan' trap like his daddy)
I'm a real baller, I got more stallions than Megan (More stallions than Megan)
This a plain jane Rollie on my wrist, it cost a brick (Alright)
I'm still gettin' it in from all them times we wasn't winnin', nigga (Yeah)
How you say you pimp when all your actions showin' simp? (Yeah)
Niggas watch they lip 'cause they know we ain't one of them (Ayy)

[Chorus: Noodah05]
They see me winnin', they ain't tell nobody, it don't scare me (Yeah, yeah)
I wanna see her, ask her can she film for me? (Can you?)
So much of it, it don't look like real money (Damnit)
Can't trust her 'round that bag, she'll probably steal somethin' (Huh)
I'm tired of givin' you my all and you gon' leave (You gon' leave)
This shit is watered down, I'm tryna leave the streets (Grah, grah)
She say them niggas there too sexy and they mean (Naw, naw)
Could've been Muslim, named my chopper Al-Amin (Yah)