Tipsy Lyrics

I dun got tipsy Feelin' an epiphany Vibin' like percep(?) Keep it gotta(?) like Nipsey
Love in the club others couldn't be nominees You the one I call when she feenin' for that good beat You the one I call when she feenin' for that hood beat Still keep a raw vision never ever blurry
Hot and (?) while he flip me over Give it right back while I take it like a soldier [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/tipsy-lyrics-lola-monroe.html ] Feelin' so vicious he da strokes like a toaster Rhythm so vicious ride it like a rollercoaster
For him I goes in might might go lower Swimmin' in it with chills like he mutha fuckin' 'posed a Never felt the juice box and it got damn colder Bustin' like she needa keep a cartridge holder
These weak ass broads always need a nigga' shoulder You know how I do see I'm somethin' like a molder Never met another bitch run shit any bolder Drinks on my like a mutha fuckin' coaster