Tipsy Songtext

Intro]
i,lhcshn nkjll
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,
Errbody drunk out on the dancefloor,
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 bought out the stores,
Bottom of the 9th in this nigga gotta score,
If not I gotta move onto the next FLOOR,
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to da 1
Homeboy trippin he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do shit 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 blunt sayin she aint havin fun,
Bitch give it back now you don't get none.

[chorus]
Errbody in the club gettin tips[Errbody in the club gettin tipsy]
Errbody in the club gettin tips[Errbody in the club gettin tipsy]
Errbody in the club gettin tips[Errbody in the club gettin tipsy]
Errbody in the club gettin tips[Errbody 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,
Maybe 21 girl dats alright,
I wonder If a shake comin wit dem fries,
If so baby can I get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She start feelin on my johnson right out the blue,
Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin that's cool,
What instead of one life dat 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 one gotta do.

[chorus]

[verse 3]
3,here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
Self explanatory 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]

Errbody in the club gettin tips[Errbody in the club gettin tipsy]
Errbody in the club gettin tips[Errbody in the club gettin tipsy]
Errbody in the club gettin tips[Errbody in the club gettin tipsy]
Errbody in the club gettin tips [Errbody in the club gettin tipsy]yeah

J Kwon Tipsy songtext