Wallace

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