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 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 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 n**** 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 n****, 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, n****
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
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 you wild out, I suppose I been hot in Europe, yo Tel-aviv, Istanbul, Seoul, London, Tokyo Dawn is dusk to me, believe it yup When I beat that drum boy go, Wallace I say yo Come and talk to me, beam me up
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