Wallace

[Intro] Hot lava, hot lava Hot high Lady Lucid, the city What, what up? Rottweiler? I might take ya to it, get ready [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] If that's what ya know Wallace I say you come and talk to me, beam me up When I reach that one do you, 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 you come and talk to me, beam me up [Verse 2] He said it's just me Miss 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 Imma 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 [Bridge] Yeah, I'm styling a starlet a scene Carve a diamond tiara, pour tea One time for senora 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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