Britney Spears - What You Sippin' On lyrics

rate me

We goin' out tonight

This is gonna be a hot one baby

AC:

(Ay oh) let me do my thing with a New York verse

AC will make you hot, girl remove your shirt

I got my eyes closed you could do your dirt

And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?

Like the cops imma watch her watch me

Shot with a chaser like the paparazzi

Its crazy she still on top a the biz

I'm with Brit, while KFed watchin' the kids

Britney (verse 1):

He was kinda like a summer fling

Hot and heavy through that April rain

May and June he was after me

By July, it was getting hypnotic

So he kinda started feelin my fame

I don't really wanna say his name

All I know is I liked his drank

All my girls say mmm if you feel me

I saw you there, I cant get you out my sight boy

Better go and get another drank, cuz you aint getting none of mine, no

Chorus:

Ohh, tell me whatcha sippin on

Baby, baby, baby

Ohh, tell me whatcha sippin on

Baby, baby, baby

Britney (verse 2):

What I feel is more than a crush

Then again, its not quite love

Just enough to fill my cup

Whatever you do, just keep it flowin'

So tell me how you like it babe

On the rocks, or straight up babe

Oh boy don't be afraid, I'm right here and I'm gonna show ya

I saw you there, I can't get you outta my mind, boy

Better go and get another drink

All my girls say

Chorus:

Ohh, ohh, tell me whatcha sippin' on

Baby, baby, baby

Ohh, tell me whatcha sippin' on

Baby, baby, baby

I can't ignore it boy I feel like I'm yours

The way you look at me I just can't say no

So we should hook up, who knows where we will go

Cause baby when I'm with you, I feel I'm losing control

Oh boy you hit the spot

See baby, please don't stop

Do you like my lemon drop (just taste it baby)

You make me feel so hot

Summertime love is all we got

Here we are, lets take a shot

(this is AC baby)

AC:

All the tabloids tell me how you was a handful

Toxic, try to make you an example

You know me, I'm just tryin' to have you shoot for the airport(?)

Cause all this stress got me losing my hair too

Lets release, get live on the track

Got my baby in the whip, she could ride on my lap

Put that one finger up mommy, guzzle some more

Tell them the only issues you got is the covers your on, uh

One more drink, make us some a the bomb

Order shot, bartender gave one in the arm

All you rappers better recognize the best

Cuz AC about to blow like a breathalyzer test

Chorus:

Ohh, ohh, tell me whatcha sippin on

Ohh, tell me whatcha sippin on

Baby, baby, baby

So clap

Baby that's so clap

So clap (so clap common)

Are you ready for that's so clap

So clap, are you ready for that's so clap

So clap, are you ready for that's so clap

So clap, are you ready for that so clap