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wale - hella lyrics

[intro: wale]
they gotta feel like b-tter baby
yea, 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 1: wale]
h-lla flow, h-lla bread, h-lla haters f-ck it
la women in my stable none of them are donkey
bulimic maybe decent, said “baby you need jesus”
said “ain’t you muslim wale?” i said that ain’t ya business
go and mind it, bumpin gold alpinas
rap while mix poetry quadrupled a n-gga v-g-n-
in take, take down, squad stay down
all my b-tches in here that’s 2-5, say “ooww”
supercharged off that san diego medical
and about a move contemplate on this revenue
and heaven knows what this money sh-t 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: wale]
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-ggas f-ckin
but i’mma bounce back like it ain’t nothing
and you n-ggas could never see me
talk sh-t but he wanna be me i don’t drink vodka-tinis
i f-ck with that straight ‘gnac from here to the state cap
wit b-tches that l!ck sacks and n-ggas that shoot cr-ps (yep)
so i don’t give a f-ck about a rap check (uh-huh)
just cars and -ssets, rolexes with baguettes
your b-tches got bad breath, my b-tches get mad pressed
like “why you can’t call me?” “d-mn, we just had s-x” (uh)
h-lla shows, h-lla girls, h-lla beats, crush em
at least hook a n-gga up a english m-ffin
i wonder would she like me if i did construction
it’s 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 that’s it

[hook 2 (x4): wale & dom]
h-lla flow, h-lla bread, h-lla haters f-ck 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 (noo)
police duck em, middle finger f-ck em
i went from robbing to rich, i’m a scattish motherf-cker
you’s a mark, but that’s a topic i don’t 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-gga
i thought he ain’t f-ck wit a n-gga 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-ggas ghost writin 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-ggas who had snaps on the petro
but now i got

[hook 2 (x3)]

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