Swalla Lyrics

Swalla - Jason Brent/Abbie Rogers/Philip Reid

Lyrics by:Tyrone William Griffin Jr/Eric Burton Frederic/Russell Jomes/Gamal Lewis/Jacob Kasher Hindlin/Onika Maraj/Jason Derulo/Robert Diggs

Composed by:Tyrone William Griffin Jr/Eric Burton Frederic/Russell Jomes/Gamal Lewis/Jacob Kasher Hindlin/Onika Maraj/Jason Derulo/Robert Diggs

Your money

Your money

Your money

Your 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' 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 yah

Bad girls gon' swalla la la

Bust down on my wrist in this b***h

My pinky ring bigger than his

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 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 girls in here

If you're feeling thirsty

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

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin

Word to the

He know I'm a fashion killa

Word to John Galliano

He copping that Valentino

Ain't no telling me no

I'm that b***h and he know

He know

How y'all wifing these thots

You don't get wins for that

I'm having another good year

We don't get blimps for that

P***y 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 b***hes 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 s**t 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'

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

JD

Freaky freaky gyal

My freaky freaky gyal

Freaky freaky gyal

 

My freaky freaky gyal

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