Tipsy
Git Fresh feat. Rick Ross - Tipsy
This song right here
This song right here
It's the Maddscientist
Rick Ross
Git Fresh
It's deeper than rap baby
She looking at my cars like awww that's his
Crib lookin' like sawgrass meals
You got a real man girl how that feel
Not to mention we getting money
And I'm worth 10 mill
Boss
Shawty got a hold on me
And she just wont let go-go-go
Everything I thought I knew about girls
I gon threw out the door-door-door
Having only one chick in my life
And it ain't my flow
I'm wondering
She got me wondering
And I don't know about you my dawg
But I like it when that thing is fat-fat
And everytime I tried to walk away
Man I came right back-back
She pulled away from me
With a pretty wild thing as a matter of fact
I'm runninnng
Here I come runninng
She got me tipsy tipsy tipsy
Tipsy off her loving
And I don't wanna be sober
Not Patron
Or Hennessey
Tipsy off her loving
And I don't wanna be sober
I'm tipsy off your love (your love)
I'm tipsy off your love (your love)
I'm tipsy off your love
And I don't wanna be sober
I can't keep myself
From feeling out on her frame-frame-frame
Everytime she kiss my lips
It's sweeter than sugarcane-cane-cane
I think about makin love so much
Man it's a shame-shame-shame
So good
This girl ain't no good for me
I try to man up
And tell her how **** gon go-go
Can't get a damn word to come outta my mouth
And I just choke-choke
All she gotta do is flash that smile
She never gotta hear the word no-no
Straight up
She got me caked up yeah
Ooo somebody call me a cab to come
And take me home
Cuz I'm tripping and stumbling
You got me flipping and fumbling
Oh you
Aww baby it feel so right
It can't be wrong
You got me stuck on your booty (This no better baby)
Don't know what you do to me (It's the Boss)
She looking like money
Talking like money
Stepping out the shop
***** smelling like money
I watch her get dressed
Now watch me get fresh
Poppin rubber bands sayin Stacks on Deck
Ever since an orphan
And I never felt important
Now I rob a port
Now I'm so important
Pulling up on Ocean
Valet the Porsche
She stepping outta Gucci
Got them hoochies like oh ****
HOLD UP!
I need the bartender to go ahead
And fix me a drink right now
It could be Patron
Or Hennessey or Grey Goose
I don't care
As long as I'm not sober
Tipsy tipsy tipsy
TipsyLRC歌词
Git Fresh feat. Rick Ross - Tipsy
This song right here
This song right here
It's the Maddscientist
Rick Ross
Git Fresh
It's deeper than rap baby
She looking at my cars like awww that's his
Crib lookin' like sawgrass meals
You got a real man girl how that feel
Not to mention we getting money
And I'm worth 10 mill
Boss
Shawty got a hold on me
And she just wont let go-go-go
Everything I thought I knew about girls
I gon threw out the door-door-door
Having only one chick in my life
And it ain't my flow
I'm wondering
She got me wondering
And I don't know about you my dawg
But I like it when that thing is fat-fat
And everytime I tried to walk away
Man I came right back-back
She pulled away from me
With a pretty wild thing as a matter of fact
I'm runninnng
Here I come runninng
She got me tipsy tipsy tipsy
Tipsy off her loving
And I don't wanna be sober
Not Patron
Or Hennessey
Tipsy off her loving
And I don't wanna be sober
I'm tipsy off your love (your love)
I'm tipsy off your love (your love)
I'm tipsy off your love
And I don't wanna be sober
I can't keep myself
From feeling out on her frame-frame-frame
Everytime she kiss my lips
It's sweeter than sugarcane-cane-cane
I think about makin love so much
Man it's a shame-shame-shame
So good
This girl ain't no good for me
I try to man up
And tell her how **** gon go-go
Can't get a damn word to come outta my mouth
And I just choke-choke
All she gotta do is flash that smile
She never gotta hear the word no-no
Straight up
She got me caked up yeah
Ooo somebody call me a cab to come
And take me home
Cuz I'm tripping and stumbling
You got me flipping and fumbling
Oh you
Aww baby it feel so right
It can't be wrong
You got me stuck on your booty (This no better baby)
Don't know what you do to me (It's the Boss)
She looking like money
Talking like money
Stepping out the shop
***** smelling like money
I watch her get dressed
Now watch me get fresh
Poppin rubber bands sayin Stacks on Deck
Ever since an orphan
And I never felt important
Now I rob a port
Now I'm so important
Pulling up on Ocean
Valet the Porsche
She stepping outta Gucci
Got them hoochies like oh ****
HOLD UP!
I need the bartender to go ahead
And fix me a drink right now
It could be Patron
Or Hennessey or Grey Goose
I don't care
As long as I'm not sober
Tipsy tipsy tipsy
