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Tipsy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tipsy was released on November 7, 2025 by Tweak ENT! as a part of the album nineTeen
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Release DateNovember 7, 2025
LabelTweak ENT!
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T-Rob
T-Rob
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Lawrence Robinson
Tommy Lawrence Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Rob
T-Rob
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Think about it, cannot make a move without the improviser
While I'm sober and I'm tired of being silent
So I told my cousin, swing that bottle, time to make a riot
Call me tipsy when a **** drowning, lift it like almighty
No more shyness, I'm the one they eyein' when I'm at the party
Look at Tommy, now I gotta hottie, screamin' la-di-da-di
Got her wildin, now she talkin' naughty, hands all on my body
Told that shawty, please don't say you love me, shut up when you top me
Same lil thottie that was tryna dub me, actin' like I got it
Couldn't care less about how I made you feel, and what you thought about it
Stupid blunt when **** off the ganja, I'm on autopilot
You say pull up, I'ma skirt off, tell me where you hiding
Caught me coughin' when I burn off, comin' like bronchitis
Shawty boppin' off that Smirnoff, Henny when I'm noddin
If she thick there ain't no turnoff, pussy got me drownin
That's your bitch, she got no earn off
Everybody popped it
Get a jawn, they got no germs off
Tell the girl she got it
Get a jawn, I never heard of
Maybe from the islands, guess it's time to take my shirt off
Cause it's gettin' hotter, gettin' hotter
Got these **** heated, I must be the hottest
Said she ridin' but your bitch a eater, why she give me sloppy
Make a movie with that bitch, it's your demise I'm televising
To be honest, that shit regular, you treat her like a goddess
Told her let me get to wildin, swim inside you till you screaming stop it
Better drop it when you throw it back, kill your coochie-wiley, hold up
Had to move her back, reachin' from my pockets
Me and my bread to attach like a Louis Wallet
Glued to my hand
The army on my dick tryna scoop so I ran
I love to stack chips, I'm not new to these bands
Why you tryna blow my shit? I've been cool, you a fan
Like should I hit your chick? What's the mood? It depends
That **** like to bitch, guess she knew I'm the man
Swim deep in it, now she wanna flick for the gram
Why she tryna B me? Told her stick to the plan
Ha, get it, and when I get it, I'ma shred it
Swipe it like a debit, yeah I said it
But they rather gel it before they give me credit
Shape you up, off where your head is, you gon' need a medic
But you dead when you brainless, you don't even get it
Get it, see they don't get it, but they can't admit it
See they ain't love me when I started, don't wait till I finish
These goofy bitches tryna starve me, I'ma get to business
Then crack jokes like Steve Harvey when your ass diminished
They always think I'm mean, muggin' when a **** grinnin
Think I'm heated, but I'm really chillin' like a fuckin' villain
Who baby mama keep juggin, more than Henny sippin
She a skeezer, but you can't believe it, it's her back I'm killin
But don't spread it, don't pin it
These **** love to dick ride, but I like women
I like women, that like sippin
Like that Punani bald headed, just like Krillin
Got six dots, put them on your head
I'm not sending shots, but you get the led
If he say I'm gettin' popped, I'm a black instead
Make that lil' **** Millie rock if he acting ED
You steady cappin, don't do the trickin
I'm never lackin, even when I'm too tipsy
So get to packin, I'm too risky
Just fucked the ****'s bitch, left with two hickies
Written by: Tommy Lawrence Robinson
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