Swalla chords by Jason Derulo (Ver. 2)

INTRO:
G#m F# G#m F#

VERSE:
 G#m F#
Drank
G#m  F#
Young Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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