Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tippin , by - K. Forest. Song from the album Forest Fire, in the genre СоулRelease date: 26.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: K. Forest
Song language: English
Tippin |
| I’m chillin', I’m tippin' |
| I feel like I’m the man shorty |
| Twist it, I feel it |
| Just keep doin' your dance shorty |
| I feel it |
| I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it |
| I-I, yeah |
| I’m chillin', I’m tippin' |
| I feel like I’m the man shorty |
| Twist it, I feel it |
| Just keep doin' your dance shorty |
| I feel it |
| I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it |
| I-I, yeah |
| Oh girl, I gotta know, the status quo |
| I heard you coming to the party |
| Don’t forget to bring the Hennessy |
| I feel your energy, why do you tell me things? |
| That you know that I’m gon' have to get to know you, babe |
| I’m Casanova babe, smooth operator |
| I’m calm and collective, I’m not a hesitater |
| But only time will tell, If I mean you well |
| Alcohol speaks the truth, I guess I’m honest now |
| Let’s be honest now |
| There’s nothing to lose |
| A little juice before we outta town |
| But at what cost? |
| At what cost? |
| No love lost |
| I need to find out if your all talks |
| For a second yeah, you had me chasing |
| I mean my cup girl, you know I’m playin' |
| Yeah she mossin', she a genie in a bottle |
| Yeah she got em', yeah I know she got em' |
| Yeah I know she… |
| I’m chillin', I’m tippin' |
| I feel like I’m the man shorty |
| Twist it, I feel it |
| Just keep doin' your dance shorty |
| I feel it |
| I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it |
| I-I, yeah |
| I’m chillin', I’m tippin' |
| I feel like I’m the man shorty |
| Twist it, I feel it |
| Just keep doin' your dance shorty |
| I feel it |
| I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it |
| I-I, yeah |
| In the District where the lights red, boolin' |
| Sippin' Absolute thoughts the same |
| Forcast gloom, Grey Goose sippin' |
| Got all my thoughts purtruding |
| Doing things I ain’t used to doing |
| Moving fast, you ain’t used to cruisin' |
| I see your drive girl |
| Ride for me girl |
| Relocate at my spot |
| And I bet I make them toes curl |
| I see you added a new addition |
| My candy girl just switched positions |
| What’s in them jeans is your Tru Religion |
| That lingerie and my bad intentions |
| Secrets of my whereabouts |
| Conversations I left out what I care about |
| But I’m still here (hair) like Rogain |
| On site with my side chick getting domain |
| Spending doe mang |
| Main clueless like Stacey Dash |
| Till she found out I tell her stay, she dashed |
| Out the door |
| Lit a match |
| Set fire to our amazing past so |
| Now I’m back down that road |
| Bottles, bottles, bottles |
| Bottles, clouds of smoke |
| Till I see that my main chick |
| With my side in her bedroom |
| Tellin' me that there’s more room, so |
| I’m chillin', I’m tippin' |
| I feel like I’m the man shorty |
| Twist it, I feel it |
| Just keep doin' your dance shorty |
| I feel it |
| I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it |
| I-I, yeah |
| I’m chillin', I’m tippin' |
| I feel like I’m the man shorty |
| Twist it, I feel it |
| Just keep doin' your dance shorty |
| I feel it |
| I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it |
| I-I, yeah |