Tipsy Lyrics
J-KwOn
[Intro]
Teen drinking is very bad.
Yo I got a fake id though.
Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step
with me, 2 step with me.
[1st verse]
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Everybody drunk out on
the dance floor,
Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour,
Maybe
cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore,
Or maybe cause she heard that I ride out the stores,
Bottom of the 9th in
the series gotta score,
If not i gotta move on to the next floor,
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do this for fun,
You aint got one
nigga you betta run,
Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
While she goin down i'm breakin down what i
done,
She smokin my stuff sayin she aint havin fun,
Chick give it back now you don't get none.
[chorus]
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy, everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in
the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin
tipsy.
[verse 2]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes,
Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs,
While she tellin me how much she hate her guy,
Said
she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you 21 girl that's alright,
I wonder if a shake comin with them
fries,
If so baby can i get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She started feelin on my
johnson right out the blue,
Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo,
Bit instead of 1 lifestlye i need 2
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
Expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
And she
told me she don't run with a crew,
You know how i do but i guess why i gotta do.
[chorus]
[verse 3]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
I could spend ? i aint gotta say i'm rich,
This single man aint tryna get hitched,
Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
Brushed it all off now
i'm back to gettin lit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his
chick,
Now he on the sideline starin at my clique,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if
you cats drunk as me,
Club on the set kwon cut out them trees,
Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.
[chorus]
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy.
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