Lyrics Azealia Banks

Azealia Banks

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

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, Toyko

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. 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 the yen and pop bottles!

And um

Official with the 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, 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, Toyko

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