Tipsy Lyrics - Lola Monroe

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 

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