Wallace Lyrics & Tabs by Azealia Banks
Wallace
guitar chords lyrics
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 you know, Wallace, I say yo
Come and talk to me, beam me up
When I reach that one, do you wild out?
If that's what you know, Wallace, I say yo
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, Toyko
Dawn is Dusk to me, believe me yup
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
I'm a chin-up with that win I get the yen & pop bottles
And umm. official with the hitter-hop, y'all know
Ocie-beachie bathing with that, that top model
And umm. 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!
Yeah, I'm stylin, a starlet, a scene...
Carve a diamond tiara, pour tea...
One time for Señora Cherry, Cherry!
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
Hot lava, hot lava
Hot high lady Lucy, the city
Rottweiler, rottweiler
I might take it to you get ready
Hot lava, hot lava
Hot high lady Lucy, the city
Rottweiler, rottweiler
