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Young

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

All you girls in here, if feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip you know 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, freaky
My freaky, freaky

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

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

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

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

Freaky, freaky
My freaky, gyal

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

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

shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy 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, gyal

My freaky, freaky

My freaky, gyal

My freaky, freaky