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nah uh - mike da rula lyrics

nuh uh

told her if she paid me, then i’d say i love her
simpin’ off a b*tch, boy, you a sucka
told her if she paid me, then i’d say i love her
simpin’ off a b*tch, boy, you a sucka

nonstop, i’m gettin’ to that paper
no time for no sorry b*tch, b*tch i’ll see you later
i’m making benjies, so my pockets are somethin’ major
a real player, what you thought that i was gonna savor?
walk through the fire, h*llraiser [?] through my designer
i’m making money, you cracka junks like somethin’ funny
i’m f*ckin’ b*tches, so you might wanna check yo shawty
i get the bag, not stop at the cash
i’m d*gg*n’ b*tches, made it out like rags to riches
you think you ballin’, n*gga? you think you makin’ figures?
comе check the stats, haha, you some funny n*ggas
i’m bout’ my dollars, shortiеs wind up with people balla
stay out my hood, cause you f*cking with risky [?]
f*ck the system, street professor, now i’m a scholar
i pop my collar, the haters say they making dollars
come f*ck with me once you little n*ggas baller harder
do i simp off a b*tch? uh uh
do i stack my bread quick? uh huh
do i simp off a b*tch? uh uh
do i stack my bread quick? uh huh

told her if she paid me, then i’d say i love her
simpin’ off a b*tch, boy, you a sucka
told her if she paid me, then i’d say i love her
simpin’ off a b*tch, boy, you a sucka

- mike da rula lyrics

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