Lyrics Wallace - Azealia Banks

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-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 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!
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 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, 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, let's see, oh yeah

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 Lucy, the city...
What, what up, Rottweiler
I might take ya to it- get ready
Hot lava, hot lava
Hot high Lady Lucy, the city...
What, what up, Rottweiler