Swalla (feat. Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj)

Ty Dolla $ign

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    (Drank)
    Young Money

    Love in a thousand different flavors
    I wish that I could taste them all tonight (yeah)
    No, I ain't got no dinner plans
    So you should bring all your friends
    I swear that-a-all y'all my type

    All you gyals in here
    If you're feelin' thirsty
    Come on, take a sip
    'Cause you know what I'm servin', uh

    Shimmy, shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Swalla-la-la) swalla-la-la
    Shimmy, shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Swalla-la-la) swalla-la-la

    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal

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    Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy yay, shimmy yah
    Bad girls gon' swalla-la-la
    Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
    My pinky ring bigger than his
    Met her out in Beverly Hills, ayy
    Dolla got too many girls, ayy
    Met her out in Beverly Hills
    All she wear is red bottom heels
    When she back it up, put it on the Snap
    When she droppin' low, put it on the Gram
    DJ poppin', she gon' swallow that
    Champagne poppin', she gon' swallow that

    All you gyals in here
    If you're feelin' thirsty
    Come on, take a sip
    'Cause you know what I'm servin', uh

    Shimmy, shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Swalla-la-la) swalla-la-la
    Shimmy, shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Swalla-la-la) swalla-la-la

    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal (yo, yo)

    Ayo, bad gyal no swalla nuttin', word to the Dalai Lama
    He know I'm a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
    He coppin' that Valentino
    Ain't no telling me no
    I'm that bitch and he know, he know

    How y'all wifin' these thots? You don't get wins for that
    I'm havin' another good year, we don't get blimps for that
    Pussy game still cold, we don't get minks for that
    When I'm poppin' them bananas, we don't link chimps for that
    I gave these bitches two years, now your time's up
    Bless her heart, she throwin' shots, but every line sucks
    I'm in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
    My shit slappin' like dude did LeBron's nuts

    All you gyals in here
    If you're feeling thirsty
    Come on, take a sip
    'Cause you know what I'm servin' (ahn), uh

    Shimmy, shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love)
    (Drank) swalla-la-la (my love)
    (Drank) swalla-la-la (my love)
    (Swalla-la-la) swalla-la-la
    Shimmy, shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Drank) swalla-la-la
    (Swalla-la-la) swalla-la-la

    Young Money (swalla-la-la)
    JD (freaky, freaky gyal)
    Aham, let's go (swalla-la-la)
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    (Swalla-la-la) my freaky, freaky gyal
    (Swalla-la-la) my freaky, freaky gyal
    Derulo

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    Composición: Rza, Jacob Kasher, Nicki Minaj, Jason Derulo, Ty Dolla $ign, LunchMoney Lewis, Ricky Reed y Ol’ Dirty Bastard

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