Jason Derulo feat Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign - Swalla - аккорды, текст песни, табы

INTRO: F#m Cm F#m Cm

VERSE:
 F#m Cm
Drank
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Young Money

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

PRE-CHORUS:
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All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty
F#m
Come on take a sip 
F#m
'cause you know what I'm servin', ooh

CHORUS:
F#m                  Cm                F#m Cm
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Cm               F#m
Swalla-la-la (drank)
          Cm    F#m      Cm
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Cm
Swalla-la-la
F#m                     Cm             F#m Cm
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
 Cm
Swalla-la-la (drank)
F#m                 Cm
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
F#m
Swalla-la-la
F#m     Cm       F#m Cm
Freaky, freaky gyal
F#m         Cm
My freaky, freaky gyal

VERSE:
F#m               Cm
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
F#m             Cm
Bad girls gon' swalla-la-la
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Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
F#m             Cm
My pinky-ring bigger than this
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Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
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Dolla got too many girls, ay
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Met her out in Beverly Hills, 
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all she wear is red bottom heels
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When she back it up, put it on a snapback
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When she droppin' low, put it on her backpack
F#m     Cm
DJ poppin', she gon' swallow that
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Champagne poppin', she gon' swallow that

PRE-CHORUS:
F#m                
All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty
F#m 
Come on take a sip 
F#m 
'cause you know what I'm servin', ooh

CHORUS:
F#m                  Cm                F#m Cm
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Cm               F#m
Swalla-la-la (drank)
          Cm    F#m      Cm
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Cm
Swalla-la-la
F#m                     Cm             F#m Cm
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
 Cm
Swalla-la-la (drank)
F#m                 Cm
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
F#m
Swalla-la-la
F#m     Cm       F#m Cm
Freaky, freaky gyal
F#m         Cm
My freaky, freaky gyal

VERSE:
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Bad gyal nuh follow nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
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He know I'm a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
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He copping that Valentino, ain't no telling me "no"
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I'm that bitch, and he know, he know
          F#m                Cm
How you wifin' these thots? You don't get wins for that
F#m                             Cm
And another good year, we don't get blimps for that
         F#m                     Cm
Pussy game still cold, we don't get minx for that
           F#m                            Cm
When I'm poppin' them bananas, we don't link chimps for that
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I gave these bitches two years, now your time's up
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Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
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I'm in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
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My shit slappin' like dude did Lebron nuts

PRE-CHORUS:
F#m  
All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty
F#m  
Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'

CHORUS:
F#m                  Cm                F#m Cm
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Cm               F#m
Swalla-la-la (drank)
          Cm    F#m      Cm
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Cm
Swalla-la-la
F#m                     Cm             F#m Cm
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
 Cm
Swalla-la-la (drank)
F#m                 Cm
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
F#m
Swalla-la-la
F#m     Cm       F#m Cm
Freaky, freaky gyal
F#m         Cm
My freaky, freaky gyal