Swalla - Jason Derulo, guitar chords

Published: 2017-03-02 18:59
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro: F#m Cm F#m Cm

Verse:
 F#m Cm
Drank
F#m    Cm
Young Money

F#m Cm F#m Cm

 F#m        Cm                  F#m Cm
Love in a thousand different flavors
F#m                 Cm                  F#m Cm
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
F#m                 Cm
No, I ainʼt got no dinner plans
F#m                    Cm
So you should bring all your friends
F#m               Cm             F#m Cm
I swear that to Allah youʼre my type

Pre-chorus:
         F#m
All you girls in here, if youʼre feeling thirsty
F#m
Come on take a sip
F#m
ʼcause you know what Iʼm servinʼ, ooh

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

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

Pre-chorus:
F#m
All you girls in here, if youʼre feeling thirsty
F#m
Come on take a sip
F#m
ʼcause you know what Iʼm servinʼ, ooh

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

Verse:
F#m
Bad gyal nuh follow nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
F#m                           Cm
He know Iʼm a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
F#m                         Cm
He copping that Valentino, ainʼt no telling me "no"
F#m                        Cm
Iʼm that bitch, and he know, he know
          F#m                Cm
How you wifinʼ these thots? You donʼt get wins for that
F#m                             Cm
And another good year, we donʼt get blimps for that
         F#m                     Cm
Pussy game still cold, we donʼt get minx for that
           F#m                            Cm
When Iʼm poppinʼ them bananas, we donʼt link chimps for that
F#m                        Cm
I gave these bitches two years, now your timeʼs up
F#m                            Cm
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
F#m                                   Cm
Iʼm in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
 F#m                    Cm
My shit slappinʼ like dude did Lebron nuts

Pre-chorus:
F#m
All you girls in here, if youʼre feeling thirsty
F#m
Come on take a sip ʼcause you know what Iʼm servinʼ

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