Swalla (Feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign) Lyrics - Jason Derulo

[Nicki Minaj:]

Drank

Young Money

[Jason Derulo:]

Love in a thousand different flavors

I wish that I could taste them all tonight

No, I ain't got no dinner plans

So you should bring all your friends

I swear that to Allah you're my type

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty

Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Freaky, freaky gyal

My freaky, freaky gyal

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

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 this

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, putting on her snapback

When she droppin' low, putting on her backpack

DJ poppin', she gon' swallow that

Champagne poppin', she gon' swallow that

[Jason Derulo:]

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty

Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Freaky, freaky gyal

My freaky, freaky gyal

[Nicki Minaj:]

Bad gyal nuh 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 you wifin' these thots? You don't get wins for that

And another good year, we don't get blimps for that

Pussy game still cold, we don't get minx 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 nuts

[Jason Derulo:]

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty

Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'

[Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj:]

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)

Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

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.

Truffle Butter (feat. Drake And Lil Wayne) Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1 - Drake:]

Uh, thinkin' out loud

I must have a quarter million on me right now

Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money

Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted

Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?

We should all disappear right now

Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car

And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?

You see the fleet of all the new things

Cop cars with the loose change

All white like I move things

Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change

Like a motherfucker

New flow, I got a dozen of 'em

I don't trust you, you are undercover

I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other

Talkin' filets with the truffle butter

Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it

Yeah, they all get what they desire from it

What, tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it

[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]

Yo, thinkin' out loud

I must have about a milli on me right now

And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record

I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record

Man, this a 65 million single sold

I ain't gotta compete with a single soul

I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll

Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul

Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?

You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now?

Uhh, do you hear me?

I can't let a wet nigga, get near me

I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me

I ain't never need a man, to take care of me

Yo, I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this

I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist

Your whole style and approach, I invented

And I ain't takin' that back, cause I meant it

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne:]

Uh, thinkin' out loud

I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile

LOL to the bank checkin' my account

Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account

Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy

Cuddle buddies on the low

You ain't gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning

Cause she gonna say "I know"

Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet

I'll put my leg on the tub

Girl, this my new dance move, I just don't know what to call it

But bitch you dancing with the stars

I ain't nothin' like your last dude, what's his name? Not important

I bought some cocaine, you can snort it

She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet

Suck the white off like chocolate

I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless and flawless

Smallest regardless, largest in charge and born in New Orleans

Get killed for Jordans

Skateboard, I'm gnarly; Drake, Tunech and Barbie

You know.

Higher Then A Kite (feat. Lil Wayne) Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

[Lil Wayne]

Hello world

Young Mulla baby!!!

[Nicki Minaj]

Murder dem Murder dem aust one word body a third of them'

Kick kick game can't injure Nicki, that's why they nick nick named me Ninja Nicki,

I'm such a yes, and your a no no,

Live with a dragon, and wear a Kimono,

I'm from the Philliphines, badder than Billy Jean,

Is that why I get more head than a gulliten?

Lookin dumb truck, cause you bumbs suck,

Where da arm, where the fXXk is my nun-Chucks,

I'm in Tokyo with the CokekeyO, somebody sleepin in my bed like Nokio,

I'm gettin illa then, poppin a pill again,

I'm on the Island, and I'm lookin for Gillgan,

And where my timberland, O God I'm trembling,

Can't find my keys, but I know I hear'em jingiling,

Your such a Marilyn, Monroe Manson,

I got some heroin, wanna go dancing?,

You at the door? ok

I'm bout to come now

Gettin numb now

Don't let me come down

Sniffin on sum good blow

It's like I'm sniffin on a temple

And I can't come down now

Cause I'm a higher then, higher then, higher then a kite

[Lil Wayne]

YEAH I do wat I does

I come through this bxxxh wrist blue in cause

I'm so five star suwop to the bloods

And before I had a mirrow I knew who I was

I know where I'm goin I knew where I was

Datt datt dirty dirty south see my shoes from the mud

Who can youu trust? Who can you love?

When love kills like they gave cupid a gun

It go (BLAOW)

Like u shooting for fun and sometimes the solution is execution for some,

Besides, you don't want that intrusion at one AM in the conclusion is that you loosing the sun

Don't induceing my funds, I smoke the fruitiest I mean the stupidest buzz blunts I get stupid as duh

I swear my dubbies Is uhh fat and just like it you can't get lit

Sxxt don't stink when you shitting in a bank

Let a man run an errand I'm a hit him like aye

Look him in the eye and a nxxxa might blink

Aim at his head and I nxxxa might think (listen)

[Nicki Minaj]

Sniffin on sum good blow

It's like I'm sniffin on a temple

And I can't come down now

Cause I'm a higher, than higher than, higher than a kite

[Lil Wayne]

Young Mulla Baby

Yo its the president man and the mistress

Ms. Nicki Minaj A.K.A Nicki Luinsky

And I am the president

Shut your mouth.