Chord Gitar Swalla feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign – Jason Derulo

Capo di fret 4

                    
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 ya'll my type

        
All you gyals in here,
                  
if you're feeling thirsty
        
Come on take a sip
                         
'cause you know what I'm servin', oh..

(Chorus)

Shimmy shimmy yay,
                     
shimmy yay, shimmy yaw (drank)
            
Swa la la la (drank)
             
Swa la la la (Swa la la la)

Swa la la la


Shimmy shimmy yay,
                     
shimmy yay, shimmy yaw (drank)
            
Swa la la la (drank)
             
Swa la la la (Swa la la la)

Swa la la la

(Intro)  

                
 Freaky, freaky gyal
          
 My freaky, freaky gyal

                    
 Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yaw
              
 Bad girls gone swal la 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,

put it on a snapback

 When she droppin' low,

put it on her backpack
  
 DJ poppin', she gone swallow that
         
 Champagne poppin', she gone swallow that

        
All you gyals in here,
                  
if you're feeling thirsty
        
Come on take a sip
                         
'cause you know what I'm serving, oh..

(Chorus)

Shimmy shimmy yay,
                     
shimmy yay, shimmy yaw (drank)
            
Swa la la la (drank)
             
Swa la la la (Swa la la la)

Swa la la la


Shimmy shimmy yay,
                     
shimmy yay, shimmy yaw (drank)
            
Swa la la la (drank)
             
Swa la la la (Swa la la la)

Swa la la la

(Intro)  

                 
 Freaky, freaky gyal
          
 My freaky, freaky gyal


Bad gyal nuh follow 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
      
P*ssy 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*tches
    
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 serving, oh..

(Chorus)

Shimmy shimmy yay,
                     
shimmy yay, shimmy yaw (drank)
            
Swa la la la (drank)
             
Swa la la la (Swa la la la)

Swa la la la


Shimmy shimmy yay,
                     
shimmy yay, shimmy yaw (drank)
            
Swa la la la (drank)
             
Swa la la la (Swa la la la)

Swa la la la

              
 Young Money.. (Swa la la la)

               
 Freaky, freaky gyal

Swa la la la
          
 My freaky, freaky gyal
  
   (Swa la la la)
          
 My freaky, freaky gyal
  
   (Swa la la la)
          
 My freaky, freaky gyal, (Derulo)