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Young

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

All you girls in here, if you're feeling
Come on take a sip 'cause you what I'm servin', ooh

Shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
(drank)
(swalla-la-la)

Shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
(drank)
(swalla-la-la)

Freaky, gyal
My freaky, freaky

[Ty $ign]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this
My pinky-ring bigger than
Met her out in Hills, ay
got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills, all she wear is red bottom
When she it up, put it on a snapback
When she droppin' low, put it on her
DJ poppin', she swallow that
Champagne poppin', she gon' that

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

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, ya (drank)
(drank)
(swalla-la-la)

Shimmy shimmy yay, yay, shimmy ya (drank)
(drank)
(swalla-la-la)

Freaky, freaky
My freaky, gyal

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

All you girls in here, if you're feeling
Come on a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, ya (my love) (drank)
(my love) (drank)
(swalla-la-la)

Shimmy shimmy yay, yay, shimmy ya (drank)
(drank)
(swalla-la-la)

Young

J.D
Freaky, freaky

My freaky, gyal

My freaky, freaky

My freaky, gyal