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 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
Bad gyal no 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 wifing these thots? You don't get wins for that I'm having another good year, we don't get blimps for that Pussy 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 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's nuts
All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'
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
Writer/s: Eric Frederic, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Onika Maraj, Jason Derulo, Robert Diggs, Russell Jones, Gamal Lewis, Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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