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Clipping - Tipsy Lyrics

10 s Tipsy Lyrics[Intro: Dialogue Sample]
"Thank you, my dear. Ahh. And an excellent vintage it is, too. But if you're implying that I'm tipsy, sir—"
"Oh, of course he's not."

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
One, here come the two to the three to the four
Everybody wrecked out on the dance floor
Smelling like sex, tryna flex for the score
Go 'head and bring the bottle, you ain't even gotta pour
Neon lights is bright enough to make the eyes sore
DJ got 'em hype enough, they crying for morе
Crowd is turnt, they loud as fuck, the bass is like a roar
This finna bе the night, they can feel it in they core
Here come the three to the two to the one
When the speakers clip, shit sound like a gun
If the pussy don't pop, then it wasn't any fun
And if you ain't come with squat, prolly you better run
She in the mosh pit, going crazy with the scum
He in the stall, sick, vision hazy from the rum
If you make it out alive, bet your ears finna hum for a day and a half—now relax, have fun

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs]
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
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Two, here come the three to the four to the five
If the music stop now, everybody prolly die
Weed smoke in the ’rr, everybody prolly high
"Oh you ain't? What, you think you better? Muh’fucker, bye"
Somebody getting stomped 'cause his eyes looking sideways
Crying like a bitch, took a hit off the high-grade
And ran back in, balling fists, looking irate
Grabbed that motherfucker, hung his ass off the fire escape
Here come the four to the three to the two
Somebody start crowdsurfing right out the blue
Air getting thick, can't breathe, but it's cool
Instead of living one life, you gon' need two
Two chains, two shots, too drunk, 2Pac (Hit 'em up)
Too late to stop, two more, do not— (Give a fuck)
Today is lost, tomorrow not— (Gonna come)
'Til sun come up, tonight is to— (Get drunk)

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs]
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Three, here come the four to the five to the six
Stabbing bound to happen if you acting like you rich
Or you was yapping to the cap'n, hear they clapping on a snitch
And smack him ninety-nine times just for acting like a hctib
Say it backwards for the radio or scratch it like a itch
Matter-fact, do not come back if you are sensitive to Ish
Not the white whale-chaser —straight shots, double-fist
Next week same time, hit the line around six
Way too savage on the average, daily, asses get the tips
Next established, you the ratchetest
They have to be the lick to hit for cabbage
Need a carriage at the front, so what is Lyft?
The shit is done before the sun come up, you know it's time to dip

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs]
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)