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of the whiskey This Glenlivet it got me tipsy Out in Poughkeepsie don't fuck wit me that shit too risky You feeling frisky You niggas aint tough you niggas is
Culpable and subject to a thousand errors and inputs Platitudinal, impregnable an alphabet tipsy and barefoot Vernacular is a limit, formal
momentary (Momentary) Yeah she getting tipsy off the bloody mary (Bloody mary) Fly away I be gone too much (Too much) Got new bitch, and she can't shut up
a bank account Buy it by the ounce Roll it and I'm smokin' loud Fuck it ain't enough I better buy a pound Put it in a blunt, just to stunt Then I blow
would stand by you Know that I'm not winning but make every move Drank bitty - but I'm Past Tipsy I feel so alone come be sad with me I'm going crazy
that kan blow a bishhh wig back Off the Henny , Yeah We Tipsy When we finally Kross paths all I say is Wa Gwan Wanna see Ya dance moves , How you
break every silence By reminding me of violence And that there were only three wise men In the history of earth and science And last but not least, you're
that's my type of mission Alcohol in my liver, getting too tipsy, fuck around keep sippin' Get a new book, things you been reading ain't quite what it
(Yes) Call your friend let's get drinks And she say I I I Yes Yes yes I I I If you with me We getting tipsy all night Flashy life is cool But please Turn
(Awe, Awww, wanted real love) (Yeah awe, awe awe, awww) (Mr Tate was right) Is it love, Or is it drugs I know she probably got tipsy in the club Say
Poppin on a addy With a baddie And she feeling lil nasty Up the backseat And she gettin' lil frisky She so risky And we sippin' and we tipsy Fuck
a quickstep and then fell right over It didn't seem to throw her by the Smile on her face The band just laughed and then increased the pace A charleston tango
I'm at the bar where the chicks be Taking shots getting tipsy (dilly dilly) We all litty getting frisky On the floor gettin schwifty (dilly dilly)2x
been goin' out my mind, dawg Uhhh I'm just gonna keep on spinning ' Y'all gon' see me fuckin' shine, dawg I'm sippin' on this drink, it got me tipsy
A jar to keep my tips in Ciroc make me get tipsy I know my people miss me New whip, the windows tinted New tires, I ain't slipping, keep my friction I
When you walk into the room, the lights seem to get brighter We decide to kill the lights, and hang by the midnight fire If you're thinking, what I'm
That's cap but for a fact, you know that I'm the fucking man If passion mattered I'd be fucking covered in plaques Not surrounded by these pawns doing
drinks She must've seen it coming, she must've read me well I always mess shit up, knockin' em back down by myself And I'm drunk alone in my bed, another
left the club and I'm tipsy so be on your way I already know that you miss me (I know) so you might as well stay (stay, stay, stay, stay) 3AM, it's
I can see my old hotel Down amongst the smells I'm up above that ancient city river It's filtered by my lousy liver It's filtered by my wilted
you, will you be My bridesmaids My ride or dies My champagne tipsy kinda tribe Wild ones, right by my side Rocking black while I'm wearing white
Start to feel tipsy Whenever my face shows up on your screen And I, feel like flyin' Whenever you're by my side Count to eight, count to nine
Yeah Na na na na na na na na na Yei yei Get me water there's fire in the booth You don't have any clue Yeah we reach for the moon Never play by
I'm just trapped by your love Yeah baby Trapped by your love Yeah baby I'm just trapped by your love Yeah baby Trapped by your love I love Your eyes
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