Hella Lyrics - Dom Kennedy

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 

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 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?? 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 

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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 

And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em 

She switched sides on me other niggas fuckin 

But I'mma bounce back like it ain't nothing 

And you niggas could never see me 

Talk shit but he wanna be me I don't drink Vodka-tinis 

I fuck with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap 

Wit bitches that lick sacks and niggas that shoot craps (yep) 

So I don't give a fuck about a rap check (uh-huh) 

Just cars and assets, rolexes with baguettes 

Your bitches got bad breath, my bitches get mad pressed 

Like "why you can't call me?" "damn, we just had sex" (uh) 

Hella shows, hella girls, hella beats, crush em 

At least hook a nigga up a English muffin 

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 sex then we back to homies that's it 

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Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em 

And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em 

Haters fuck em, all my haters fuck em 

Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cuz these bitches I can't trust em (Noo) 

Police duck em, middle finger fuck em 

I went from robbing to rich, I'm a scattish motherfucker 

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 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 wit a nigga like Tommy Hilfiger, salute 

Them bitches from the club be boufed 

The only reason we fuck wit em cuz we know they get loose 

You got niggas ghost writin 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