Swalla Lyrics - Jason Derulo

Drank 

Young Money 

Love in a thousand different flavors 

I wish that I could taste them all tonight 

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 girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty 

Come on take a sip 'cause 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 

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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 this 

Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay 

Dolla got too many girls, ay 

Met her out in Beverly Hills, all she wear is red bottom heels 

When she back it up, putting on her snapback 

When she droppin' low, putting on her backpack 

DJ poppin', she gon' swallow that 

Champagne poppin', she gon' swallow that 

Photos 

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty 

Come on take a sip 'cause 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 

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 you wifin' these thots? You don't get wins for that 

And 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 in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts 

My shit slappin' like dude did Lebron nuts 

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty 

Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin' 

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 (drank) 

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la) 

Swalla-la-la 

Young Money 

Swalla-la-la 

J.D 

Freaky, freaky gyal 

Swalla-la-la 

My freaky, freaky gyal 

Swalla-la-la 

My freaky, freaky gyal 

Swalla-la-la 

My freaky, freaky gyal 

Derulo