Tipsy - Radio Mix

Teen drinking is very bad
Yo, I got a fake ID though
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, two step with me, two step with me

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

Here comes the three to the two to the one
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a g-
When it come to poppin' we do this for fun
You ain't got one? You betta run
Now I'm in the back gettin' (mmh) from my hun
While she goin' down, I'm braggin' on what I done
She smokin' my stuff sayin' she ain't havin' fun
Chick, give it back, now you don't get none

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)

Two, here comes the three to the four to the five
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
And 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 four to the three to the two
She started feelin' on my - right out the blue
And you super thick, so I'm thinkin' that's cool
But instead of one lifestyle, I need two
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels
Expression on her face like she ain't got a clue
Then she told me she don't run with a crew
You know how I do but I guess one gotta do

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)

Three, here comes the four to the five to the six
Self explanatory I ain't gotta say I'm rich
This single man, I ain't tryna get hitched
Liquor wasted on me, man, son of a b-
Brushed it-it off, now I'm back to gettin' lit
Goose and 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 five to the four to the three
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me
Club owner said, "Kwon put out them t-!"
Dude, I don't care, I'm a P.I.M.P.

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)

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