W.A.L.E. - Hella Lyrics
(Wale Intro)They gotta feel like butter baby-Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters ***** em (x2)[Verse: 1 Wale ](Uh lets get it work),Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters ***** itLA women in my stable none have been my donkey? may be decent, said “baby you need Jesus”Said ” ain’t you Muslim Wale?” I said handle yo businessGo and mind it bumpin Gold AlpinasRap while mix poetry quadrupled a nigga vaginaAnd take take down squash stay downAll my *****es in here that's 2 5 say “ooww”Supercharged out that San Diego medicalAnd about a move contemplate on this revenueAnd heaven knows with this money she can do to youBut I ain’t tryna orange suit for hoardin pharmaceuticalElude the fame in the same breath pursue the lootWhen you do your thing ya bang *****es then toodle-ooZanotti boots Giuseppe’s wooShe throw a fit she threw it at me I just threw the deuces[Hook]Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters ***** emYea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters ***** em(Uh lets get it, work ) Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters ***** emYea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters ***** em(Uh lets get it, work )[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can’t trust emShe switched sides on me other niggas *****inBut I’mma bounce back like it ain’t nothingAnd you niggas could never see meTalk shit but he wanna be me I ont drink Vodka-tinisI ***** with that straight ‘Gnac from here to the state capWit *****es that lick sacks and niggas that shoot craps (yep)So I don’t give a ***** about a rap check (uh-huh)Just cars and assets, rolexes with baguettesYour *****es got bad breath my *****es get mad impressedLike “why you can’t call me?” “damn, we just had sex” (uh)Hella shows hella girls hella beats crush emAt least hook a nigga up a English muffinI wonder would she’d like me if I did constructionIt's rules to the game you gotta read instructionsWe 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 ***** em(Dom Kennedy) And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can’t trust em (x4)[Verse: 3 YG ]Haters ***** em, All my haters ***** emReason I ain’t got no girlfriend cuz these *****es I can’t trust em (Noo)Police duck em middle finger ***** emI went from robbin the rich I'm a scattish mother *****erYou’s a mark, but that’s a topic I ont wanna touch onYou the type that don’t bust back when you get bust onGet your ***** before I let her have itIf you don’t wanna go to jail boy pay them taxesWale reached out (What Up) he a real niggaI thought he ain’t ***** wit a nigga like Tommy Hilfiger, saluteThem *****es from the club be boufedThe only reason we ***** wit em cuz we know they get looseYou got niggas ghost ridin your hitsI got *****es from the Bay ghost ridin my dickI’m so west coast, I used to be strapped on the metroI remember asking niggas who had snaps on the petroBut now I got[Hook: 2]Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters ***** emAnd I been cutting hoes off cuz I can’t trust em (x3)
