Hella Wale (Ft. DOM KENNEDY & YG)

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[Intro: Wale]
They gotta feel like butter baby
Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Uh lets get it work

[Verse 1: Wale]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck 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 nigga vagina
In take, take down, squad stay down
All my bitches 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 shit 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

[Chorus 1: Wale]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Uh lets get it, work
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Uh lets get it, work