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Wallace
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Wallace» вышел в 7 ноября 2014 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Prospect Park»)Broke with Expensive Taste
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Дата релиза7 ноября 2014 г.
ЛейблProspect Park
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM129

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Don Higgins
Don Higgins
Кларнет
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Azealia Banks
Azealia Banks
Автор песен
Filip Nikolic
Filip Nikolic
Автор песен
Trevor McFedries
Trevor McFedries
Автор песен
Kevin James
Kevin James
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Filip Nikolic
Filip Nikolic
Продюсер
Trevor McFedries
Trevor McFedries
Продюсер
Yung Skeeter
Yung Skeeter
Продюсер
Andrew Hey
Andrew Hey
Инженер звукозаписи
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Мастеринг-инженер
David Baker
David Baker
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Ric McRae
Ric McRae
Инженер, Инженер звукозаписи
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

[Verse 1]
Hot lava, hot lava
Hot high lady lucid, the city
What, what up? Rottweiler
I might take it to you, get ready
[Verse 2]
Friar flyer, I'm the nostra-dyme, and I say, say I says, "How do ya?"
I cloud all day and night, out of sight
I'm miss so high, so i wore some eyewears and tie-dye
Alright, young blood, nice to know you
How should I give my name if I think you knew it already?
What a brave design, what a time
Ay, monsieur, I'm so live and so worldwide
[Verse 3]
If that's what you know
Wallace, I say you come and talk to me, beam me up
When I beat that drum to you, wild out, I suppose
I been hot in Europe, yeah
Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Seoul, London, Tokyo
Dawn is dusk to me, believe it, yeah
When I beat that drum, boy, go
Wallace, I say you come and talk to me, beam me up
[Verse 4]
He said it's just me, Miss Banks, a.k.a. Nestle
A.k.a best he ever had sex, he
Ever got licked, but he never got swallowed
Bitch, you know that **** in the sugar-pop lotto
He was in her twitter, but he never got followed
I'm a chin-up with that win, I get the yen and pop bottles
And, um, official with the hater hot yellow
Ocie-beachie bathin' with that, that top model, and um
He already know what it does
I got hair for you, ****, keep it deep in the fuzz
I chat-cheek-cheeky chickle, sip a giggly grape
Yes, I juggle when I wiggle, shake it, shook up the bait
Best to get her, mister, for you best one do
The jet-setter with the pleasure and the wet pum-poo
The black cherry on her tickle when her breast undo
Ya lick the left one you gotta lick the right on too, ****
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I'm stylin' a starlet a scene
Carve a diamond tiara, pour tea
One time for senora cherry, cherry, oh yeah
I'm lilac and laurel, a tease
You're a giant, I saw all your teeth
Rotweiler, let's barter, let's see, let's see, oh yeah
[Verse 6]
Bow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay
Poochie, you big dog, then bite for a taste
Kitty in many cities, you lickin' for a lay
Claimin' the big ticket, then pay for what you say
Benjis and Euro-izzy, the yin for the yang
Tourin' the world, crazy make Rottweiler gray
Bottles of gold fizzy, she's frosty and chaste
Dead doggy-dog belongs in the grave
[Verse 7]
If that's what you know
Wallace, I say you come and talk to me, beam me up
When I beat that drum to you, wild out, I suppose
I been hot in Europe, yup
Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Seoul, London, Tokyo
Dawn is dusk to me, believe it, yup
When i beat that drum, boy, go
Wallace, I say you come and talk to me, beam me up
[Verse 8]
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
Written by: Azealia Banks, Filip Nikolic, Kevin James, Trevor McFedries
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