Tipsy

I think drinking is very bad
Yo, I got a fair guy there though (there though)
Yeah (ha, ha), yeah (ha, ha), yeah, yo
Two-step with me (ha, ha), two-step with me (ha, ha)

One, here comes the two to the three to the four (four)
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor (floor)
Baby girl ass jiggle, like she want more (more)
Like she a groupie and I ain't even on tour (tour)
Maybe 'cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore (hardcore)
Or maybe 'cause she heard that I bought out the stores (stores)
Bottom of the 9th, in the nigga gotta score (score)
If not, I gotta move onto the next whore (whore)

Here comes the three to the two to the one (one)
Homeboy trippin', he don't know I got a gun (gun)
When it come to pop, man, we do shit for fun (fun)
You ain't got one, nigga, you better run (run)
Now I'm in the back, gettin' head from my hunz (hunz)
While she goin' down, I'm breakin' down what I done (done)
She smokin' my blunt, sayin' she ain't havin' fun (fun)
Bitch, give it back now, you don't get none (none)

Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)

Two, here comes the three to the four to the five (five)
Now, I'm lookin' at shorty right in the eyes (eyes)
Couple seconds passed, now, I'm lookin' at her thighs (thighs)
While she tellin' me how much she hate her guy (guy)
Said she got a kid, but she got her tubes tied (tied)
Maybe 21, girl, that's alright (alright)
I wonder if a shake comin' with them fries (fries)
If so, baby, can I get 'em super sized? (Sized)

Here comes the four to the three to the two (two)
She start feelin' on my Johnson, right out the blue (blue)
Girl, you super thick, so I'm thinkin' that's cool (cool)
What? Instead of one lifestyle, I need two (two)
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels (jewels)
Expression on her face, like she ain't got a clue (clue)
And she told me she don't run with a crew (crew)
You know how I do, but I guess one gotta do (do)

Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)

Three, here comes the four to the five to the six (six)
Self-explanatory, I ain't gotta say I'm rich (rich)
This single man ain't tryna get hitched (hitched)
Nigga waste it on me, man, son of a bitch (bitch)
Brushed it all off, now I'm back to gettin' lit (lit)
Gris orange juice, man, this some good ish (ish)

Homeboy trippin', 'cause I'm starin' at his chick (chick)
Now, he on the sideline, starin' at my clique (clique)
Here comes the five to the four to the three (three)
Hands in the air, if you're as drunk as me (me)
Club on the set, Kwon cut out them trees (trees)
Dude I don't care, I'm a P-I-M-P (P-I-M-P)

Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tips
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)

(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)
(Everybody in the bitch gettin' tipsy)



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Joe Kent, Jerrell Jones
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