Wallace

Album: Broke With Expensive Taste (2014)
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  • Hot lava, hot lava
    Hot high Lady Lucid, the city
    What, what up? Rottweiler?
    I might take ya to it, get ready

    Friar flyer, I'm the Nostra-dyme and I say, say I says how do ya?
    I cloud all day and night, outta sight
    I'm miss "so-high" so I wore some eye wears and tie-dye
    Alright, young blood, nice to know ya
    Should I give my name, if I think ya knew it already
    What a brave design, what a time
    Ay, Monsieur I'm so live and so world-wide

    If that's what ya know
    Wallace I say yo
    Come and talk to me beam me up
    When I reach that one do ya wild out, I suppose
    I been hot in Europe yep
    Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Seoul London, Toyko
    Dawn is Dusk to me believe it yep
    When I beat that drum boy, go
    Wallace, I say yo come and talk to me
    Beam me up

    He said it's just me Miss banks, a.k.a. Nestlé
    A.k.a. best he, ever had sex he
    Ever got licked, but he never got swallowed
    Bitch you know that nigga in the sugar-pop lotto!
    He was on her Twitter, but he never got followed
    I'ma chin-up with that win, I get the yen and pop bottles!
    And um
    Official with the hitter-hop, y'all know
    Ocie-beachie bathing with that, that top model and um
    He already know what it does
    I got hair for ya nigga, keep it deep in the fuzz!
    I chat-cheek-cheeky chickle, sip a giggly-grape
    Yes I jiggle when I wiggle-shake it, shook up the bait
    Best to get her mister, for ya best one do
    The jet-setter with the pleasure and the wet pum-poom
    The Black-Cherry on her tickle when her breast undo
    Ya lick the left one ya gotta lick the right one too, nigga!

    Yeah, I'm styling a starlet a scene
    Carve a diamond tiara, pour tea
    One time for señora cherry, oh yeah
    Yeah, I'm lilac and laurel a tease
    You're a giant, I saw all your teeth
    Rottweiler, let's barter let's see

    Bow-Wow yippee-yo yippee-yay
    Poochie, you big dog, then bite for a taste!
    Kitty in many cities, you licking for a lay
    Claiming the big ticket then pay what you say!
    Benji's and Euro-izzy, The Yin for the Yang
    Touring the world Crazy Make Rottweiler gray
    Bottles of Gold frizzy, she's frosty and chaste
    Dead doggy-dog belongs in the Grave

    If that's what ya know
    Wallace I say yo
    Come and talk to me beam me up
    When I reach that one do ya wild out, I suppose
    I been hot in Europe yep
    Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Seoul, London, Toyko
    Dawn is dusk to me believe it yep
    When I beat that drum boy, go
    Wallace, I say yo come and talk to me
    Beam me up

    Hot lava, hot lava
    Hot high lady Lucid, the city
    Rottweiler, rottweiler
    I might take it to you get ready
    Hot lava, hot lava
    Hot high lady Lucid, the city
    Rottweiler, rottweiler Writer/s: AZEALIA BANKS, FILIP NIKOLIC, KEVIN JAMES, TREVOR MCFEDRIES
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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