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ft dom kennedy yg wale - hella (ft. dom kennedy & yg) - wale lyrics

[verse: 1 wale ]
(uh lets get it, work )
h-lla flow, h-lla bread, h-lla haters f-ck it
la women in my stable none have been my donkey
bulimic may be decent, said “baby you need jesus”
said ” ain’t you muslim wale?” i said handle yo business
go and mind it b-mpin gold alpinas
rap while mix poetry quadrupled a n-gg- v-g-n-
and take take down squad stay down
all my b-tches in here thats 2 5 say “ooww”
supercharged out that san diego medical
and about a move contemplate on this revenue
and heaven knows with this money she can do to you
but i ain’t tryna orange suit for h–rdin pharmaceutical
elude the fame in the same breath pursue the loot
when you do your thing ya bang b-tches then toodle-oo
zanotti boots giuseppe’s woo
she throw a fit she threw it at me i just threw the deuces

[hook 1]
h-lla flow, h-lla bread, h-lla haters f-ck em
yea, h-lla flow, h-lla bread, h-lla haters f-ck em
(uh lets get it, work ) h-lla flow, h-lla bread, h-lla haters f-ck em
yea, h-lla flow, h-lla bread, h-lla haters f-ck em
(uh lets get it, work )

[verse 2: dom kennedy]
and i been cutting hoes off cuz i can’t trust em
she switched sides on me other n-gg-s f-ckin
but i’mma bounce back like it ain’t nothing
and you n-gg-s could never see me
talk sh-t but he wanna be me i ont drink vodka-tinis
i f-ck with that straight ‘gnac from here to the state cap
wit b-tches that lick sacks and n-gg-s that shoot cr-ps
so i don’t give a f-ck about a rap check
just cars and -ssets, rolexes with baguettes
your b-tches got bad breath my b-tches get mad impressed
like “why you can’t call me?” “d-mn, we just had s-x”
h-lla shows h-lla girls h-lla beats crush em
at least hook a n-gg- up a english m-ffin
i wonder would she’d like me if i did construction
its rules to the game you gotta read instructions
we can’t split alimony,
just half of this macaroni have s-x then we back to homies thats it

[hook 2]
h-lla flow, h-lla bread, h-lla haters, f-ck ’em
(and i been cutting hoes off cuz i can’t trust em)
(and i been cutting hoes off cuz i can’t trust em)
(and i been cutting hoes off cuz i can’t trust em)
(and i been cutting hoes off cuz i can’t trust em)

[verse 3: yg ]
haters f-ck em, all my haters f-ck em
reason i ain’t got no girlfriend cuz these b-tches i can’t trust em
police duck em middle finger f-ck em
i went from robbin the rich im a scattish mother f-cker
you’s a mark, but that’s a topic i ont wanna touch on
you the type that don’t bust back when you get bust on
get your b-tch before i let her have it
if you don’t wanna go to jail boy pay them taxes
wale reached out (what up) he a real n-gg-
i thought he ain’t f-ck wit a n-gg- like tommy hilfiger, salute
them b-tches from the club be boufed
the only reason we f-ck wit em cuz we know they get loose
you got n-gg-s ghost ridin your hits
i got b-tches from the bay ghost ridin my d-ck
i’m so west coast, i used to be strapped on the metro
i remember asking n-gg-s who had snaps on the petro
but now i got…

[hook 2]

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