Wallace

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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-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, Tokyo
 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 Bank$, 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 that yen and pop bottles! And um...
 Official with that 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, 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, let's see, oh yeah
 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, Tokyo
 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 Lucy, the city...
 What, what up, Rottweiler
 I might take ya to it- get ready
 Hot lava, hot lava
 Hot high Lady Lucy, the city...
 What, what up, Rottweiler
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:50
Key
2
Tempo
130 BPM

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