Tipsy
Love got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
I don't want no drama baby, I just wanna bop
Everything I sip, got me slurring when I talk
Shawty out the window, skrrt, pull up in the lot
Smell that liquor on her breathe, with that Yves Saint Laurent
I should've known you'd be a bad one
Probably heard my name around the way about my last one
Never paid attention, bitches switch, when that cash come
Known to drop the hoes, about as quick as I can ash blunts
Smash broads, max card, pull up in a fast car
Shawty told me meet her by the DJ in the packed bar
Mask off, glass tall, flashing like I'm Cam'ron
In my pink polo, I'm genius and a rap star
Back door, trap phone, last call, waiting
Tab full, act bored, glad y'all made it
Tracks strong, lash long, on vacation
Bae run it back, keep me on rotation
All my niggas outside and they wanna hit a lick
Be like shawty freestyle and she do it off the tip
Taking selfies in the bathroom, wanna get a flick
Got a body like wine, with your cherry lipstick
Now your
Love got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
I don't want no drama baby, I just wanna bop
Everything I sip, got me slurring when I talk
Shawty out the window, skrrt, pull up in the lot
Smell that liquor on her breathe, with that Yves Saint Laurent
Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Your love
Please look both ways, you've come across my chick
Please this no phase, I'm something like a psychic
Ride like big bike, she ride like side kick
And lean on my side, I don't need no sprite
She told me that she met her friends at rolling loud
And see what life was living backstage, the tourist crowd
They be on that bullshit, wanna be cool kids
Whenever we too lit, she hold me down like
Love got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
I don't want no drama baby, I just wanna bop
Everything I sip, got me slurring when I talk
Shawty out the window, skrrt, pull up in the lot
Smell that liquor on her breathe, with that Yves Saint Laurent
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
I don't want no drama baby, I just wanna bop
Everything I sip, got me slurring when I talk
Shawty out the window, skrrt, pull up in the lot
Smell that liquor on her breathe, with that Yves Saint Laurent
I should've known you'd be a bad one
Probably heard my name around the way about my last one
Never paid attention, bitches switch, when that cash come
Known to drop the hoes, about as quick as I can ash blunts
Smash broads, max card, pull up in a fast car
Shawty told me meet her by the DJ in the packed bar
Mask off, glass tall, flashing like I'm Cam'ron
In my pink polo, I'm genius and a rap star
Back door, trap phone, last call, waiting
Tab full, act bored, glad y'all made it
Tracks strong, lash long, on vacation
Bae run it back, keep me on rotation
All my niggas outside and they wanna hit a lick
Be like shawty freestyle and she do it off the tip
Taking selfies in the bathroom, wanna get a flick
Got a body like wine, with your cherry lipstick
Now your
Love got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
I don't want no drama baby, I just wanna bop
Everything I sip, got me slurring when I talk
Shawty out the window, skrrt, pull up in the lot
Smell that liquor on her breathe, with that Yves Saint Laurent
Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Your love
Please look both ways, you've come across my chick
Please this no phase, I'm something like a psychic
Ride like big bike, she ride like side kick
And lean on my side, I don't need no sprite
She told me that she met her friends at rolling loud
And see what life was living backstage, the tourist crowd
They be on that bullshit, wanna be cool kids
Whenever we too lit, she hold me down like
Love got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
I don't want no drama baby, I just wanna bop
Everything I sip, got me slurring when I talk
Shawty out the window, skrrt, pull up in the lot
Smell that liquor on her breathe, with that Yves Saint Laurent
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Writer(s): Ronald Vaughn
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