Wallace
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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 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
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 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 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 on ya gotta lick the right one too, nigga!
Yea, I’m styling a starlet a scene,
Carve a diamond tiara, pour tea.
One time for señora 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…
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 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
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