Tippin - K. Forest, Jaiden

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