album cover
Wallace
6,061
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wallace was released on November 7, 2014 by Prospect Park as a part of the album Broke with Expensive Taste
album cover
Release DateNovember 7, 2014
LabelProspect Park
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Higgins
Don Higgins
Clarinet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Azealia Banks
Azealia Banks
Songwriter
Filip Nikolic
Filip Nikolic
Songwriter
Trevor McFedries
Trevor McFedries
Songwriter
Kevin James
Kevin James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Filip Nikolic
Filip Nikolic
Producer
Trevor McFedries
Trevor McFedries
Producer
Yung Skeeter
Yung Skeeter
Producer
Andrew Hey
Andrew Hey
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
David Baker
David Baker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ric McRae
Ric McRae
Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[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
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...