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Wale( Olubowale Victor Akintimehin )
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Hella
[Verse 1:] (Uh let's get it, work) Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck 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 bumpin Gold Alpinas Rap while mix poetry quadrupled a nigga vagina And take take down squad stay down All my bitches in here that's 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 hoardin pharmaceutical Elude the fame in the same breath pursue the loot When you do your thing ya bang bitches then toodle-oo Zanotti boots Giuseppe's woo She throw a fit she threw it at me I just threw the deuces
[Hook 1:] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em (Uh let's get it, work) Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em (Uh let's get it, work)
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em She switched sides on me other niggas fuckin But I'm a bounce back like it ain't nothing And you niggas could never see me Talk shit but he wanna be me I ont drink Vodka-tinis I fuck with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap With bitches that lick sacks and niggas that shoot craps So I don't give a fuck about a rap check Just cars and assets, rolexes with baguettes Your bitches got bad breath my bitches get mad impressed Like 'why you can't call me?' 'damn, we just had sex' Hella shows hella girls hella beats crush em At least hook a nigga up a English muffin I wonder would she'd 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 sex then we back to homies that's it
[Hook 2:] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters, fuck 'em (And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em) (And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em) (And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em) (And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)
[Verse 3: YG] Haters fuck em, All my haters fuck em Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cause these bitches I can't trust em Police duck em middle finger fuck em I went from robbin the rich I'm a scattish mother fucker 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 bitch 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 nigga I thought he ain't fuck with a nigga like Tommy Hilfiger, salute Them bitches from the club be boufed The only reason we fuck with em cause we know they get loose You got niggas ghost ridin your hits I got bitches from the Bay ghost ridin my dick I'm so west coast, I used to be strapped on the metro I remember asking niggas who had snaps on the petro But now I got...
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