K JOHN - Gettin Tipsy lyrics

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[Intro]

Teen drinkin is very bad

Yo I got a fake Id tho'

(Beat starts)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Two step nigga, two step nigga

[Verse One]

One, here comes the two to the three to the four

Errybody drunk out on the dance floor

Baby girl ass just look like she want more

Like she a groupie, and I ani't even on tour

Maybe 'cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore

Or maybe 'cause she heard that I rock out the stores

Bottom of the ninth, and this nigga gotta score

If not I got to move on to the next floor

Here comes the three to the two to the one

Homeboy trippin he dont know I got a gun

When it come to poppin we do this for fun

You ain't got one nigga you better run

Now I'm in the back gettin head from a hun

While she goin down I'm braggin on what I done

She smokin my stuff sayin she ain't havin fun

She ain't give it back now you don't get none

[Hook x4: Whispering]

Now errybody in da club gettin tipsy

(Errybody in the club gettin tipsy)

[x4]

[Verse Two]

Two, here comes the three to the four to the five

Now I'm lookin at shorty right in her eyes

Couple seconds pass now I'm lookin' at her thighs

Now she tellin me how much she had a guy

Say she got a kid but she got her tubes high

Oh you twenty one girl thats alright

I wonder if her shake comin with them fries

If so baby can I get 'em super size?

Here comes the four to the three to the two

She started feeling on my chest and right out the blue

And she super thick so I'm thinkin that's cool

But instead of one life I'mma need two

Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewls

Scratchin 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

[Hook]

[Verse Three]

Three, here comes the four to the five to the six

The average manditory I ain't gotta sound rich

This single man ain't tryin to get hitched

Nickel wasted on me man son of a bitch

Brushed it off now I'm back to gettin lit

Get some orange juice man this some good shit

Homeboy trippin 'cause I'm sturing at his chick

Now he on the sideline sturing at my click

Here comes the five to the four to the three

Hands in the arr if yo cats drunk as me

Club on the set Quan cut out them trees

Dude I don't curr I'm a P.I.M.P!

[Hook]

[Outro x4: Whispering]

(Errybody in da club gettin tipsy)

[Beat continues til fade]