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
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
