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