Chords for J-Kwon - Tipsy

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_ _ Yeah, _ _ yeah, _ _ yeah, yeah, yeah
Seven to start with
One, here comes the two
Then the three to the four
Everybody drunk, out rolling in floor
Baby girl ask you, who knows you want more
Like she a groupie and I ain't even on tour
Baby cause she heard it
And I rhyme hardcore
Maybe cause she heard
Like that Bob at the stores
Bottom of the ninth
Is leaving at the score
If not I gotta move on to the next floor
Here comes the three
Then the three to the one Homeboy tripping
You know I got the gun
Well they gonna pop
We do this for fun
You ain't got one
So you better run
Now I'm in the back
Getting dream from my hun
What you going down
I'm bringing home what I done
She gon' do a stunt
Saying she ain't having fun
She give it back
Now you don't get none _ _ _ _ _ _
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Now everybody in the club getting dead _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ So _ here comes the three to the four to the five
Now I'm looking at you
Already breaking her eyes
Ten seconds passed
Now I'm digging at her thighs
Baby telling me
How I'm looking at a guy
Baby got the kid
But she got her tubes tied
Baby 21 girl
That's so wide
I'm here here for shake
Keep it [G] with no fries
If so baby
Can I get a super [B] size?
Here comes the four to the three [G] to the two
She started feeling
I'ma just like right out the blue
Baby so much thick
So I'm digging [N] that school
Baby said the one like
I need school
Her eyes like big
And she glaring at my jewels
And searching on her face
Like she ain't got the clue
Baby told me
She don't run with the crew
You know I do but I guess I ain't got the clue
[B] _ _ [G#] _ [N] Now _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
everybody in the club getting dead
_ _ Here _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ comes the four to the five to the six
Sex is punitory
You ain't got a family Bitch
Tell single man
That ain't when you get hitched
Nigga wasted on me
Mad son of a bitch
Lived it off
Now nigga getting lit
I'm the orange juice
Man he ain't get this Homeboy tripping
He's stirring at his chick
Now he on the sidelines
Stirring at my clique
Here comes the five to the four to the three
Hands in the air
Bitch that's on his dick
Put up on the sad crime
Put out them tears
I don't care
I don't do that
I'ma get her
Everybody in the club getting dead _ _ _ _
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[F#] _ [A#] _ _ _ Here comes the four to the five to the six
I'm the orange juice
Here comes the five to the four to the three
Everybody in the club getting dead
[N] Here comes the four to the five to the six
Sex is punitory _
You ain't got a family
Bitch that's on his dick _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm the orange juice
He's stirring at his chick
Now _ _ he on the sidelines
Stirring at my clique
Here comes the five to the four to the _ _ three
Hands in the air
Put up on the sad crime
I don't care
I'ma get her
Here comes the five to the four to the three FOREVER
I don't care
_ _ No, I don't care
No, _ _ _ I don't care
When he got my niggaz _ _ _ _ _ _
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