K. Forest ft. Jaiden - Tippin Lyrics

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 feel it (do your dance shorty)
I feel it (do your dance shorty)
Uh, uh, yeah (do your dance)

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 feel it (do your dance shorty)
I feel it (do your dance shorty)
Uh, uh, yeah (do your dance)

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', uh yeah I know she got em'
Uh, 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 feel it (do your dance shorty)
I feel it (do your dance shorty)
Uh, uh, yeah (do your dance)

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 feel it (do your dance shorty)
I feel it (do your dance shorty)
Uh, uh, yeah (do your dance)

In the District where the lights red, boolin'
Sippin' Absolute thoughts the same
Forecast gloom, Grey Goose sippin'
Got all my thoughts protruding
Doing things I ain't used to doing
Moving fast, you ain't used to cruisin'
I see your drive girl
Yeah, ride for me girl
Yeah, relocate to my spot
And I bet I make them toes curl
Yeah, 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 like Rogain
On site with my side chick getting domain
Spending dough mane
Main clueless like Stacey Dash
'Til she found out I tell her stay, she dashed
Out the door, then she lit a match
Set fire to our amazing past so

Yeah yeah, I'm back down that road
Bottles, bottles, bottles
Bottles, clouds of smoke
'Til I see that my main chick
With my side chick 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 feel it (do your dance shorty)
I feel it (do your dance shorty)
Uh, uh, yeah (do your dance)

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 feel it (do your dance shorty)
I feel it (do your dance shorty)
Uh, uh, yeah (do your dance)