Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)

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 (yeah)
I swear that to all y'all my type (hey, what you're doin'?)

All you girls in here
If you're feeling thirsty (yeah)
Come on take a sip
'Cause you know what I'm servin', ooh

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

Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy-yay, shimmy-ya (shimmy-ya)
Bad girls gon' swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch (this bitch)
My pinky-ring bigger than this (oh, whoa)

Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels (whoa)

When she back it up, put it on the Snap (whoa)
When she droppin' low, put it on the 'Gram (down low)
DJ poppin', she gon' swallow that
Champagne poppin', she gon' swallow that

All you girls in here
If you're feeling thirsty (thirsty)
Come on take a sip
'Cause you know what I'm servin', ooh (yeah, you know what I'm servin')

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 nuh swalla nuttin', word to the Dalai Lama
He know I'm a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping 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 minx 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 throwing shots, but every line sucks
(I'm-I'm) I'm in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin' like dude did LeBron's nuts

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

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

Shimmy, shimmy-yay, shimmy-yay, shimmy-ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (uh-huh, drank)
Swalla-la-la (c'mon, swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

Young Money (swalla-la-la, hey)
J.D. (Freaky, freaky gyal)
Swalla-la-la (uh-huh, let's go, hey)
My freaky, freaky gyal

Swalla-la-la (hey)
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo



Credits
Writer(s): Russell T. Jones, Eric Frederic, Jacob Kasher, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Robert F. Diggs, Onika Tanya Maraj, Jason Joel Desrouleaux, Gamal Kosh Lewis
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