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