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Tippsy - Sorry Lyrics



Tippsy - Sorry Lyrics




I think she look better naked
Whole lotta racks, bitch, I can't fake it
That ass is fat, don't care if she basic

I'm so damn high, I can't take it
Right wrist cookin', sum' like bacon
I seen them lookin', I hide faces

I been geeked up for like a f*ckin' week
I can't eat nothin', lil' baby, I can't sleep
So why you callin' me? You do not belong to me
Yeah, that's what's flawed to me
Dollar bills is all I see

Took a six-hour trip and I made $7,000
Might run for senate in your office
Membership, this shit ain't gon' cost us
VVS, I'm boss up, matter of fact, flawless, I'm awesome
You door dash, you Austin
You got no racks and you lost
Yeah, my diamonds drip like water
Yeah, bitch, we get hot like Florida
Yeah, I warned her I werent' normal

But she did not believe me
Told her, I ain't got nothin' in common with guys you seein
Diamonds pissy, potty, peeing
Make your lil' bitch sip my

I'm not reminiscin' on different bitches that I'm not missin
She said it feel like I do not listen
She get no attention

You got attitude, I fix it
I cannot hear nun' yo' bitchin
I cannot be one watch dishes
I'm the one who came out trenches
I'm the one who put you on
Now you try act like you act different
I just made her favorite song
And she gon' listen when she miss me
(Type shit)

I think she look better naked
Whole lotta racks, bitch, I can't fake it
That ass is fat, don't care if she basic

I'm so damn high, I can't take it
Right wrist cookin', sum' like bacon
I seen them lookin', I hide faces
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I think she look better naked
Whole lotta racks, bitch, I can't fake it
That ass is fat, don't care if she basic

I'm so damn high, I can't take it
Right wrist cookin', sum' like bacon
I seen them lookin', I hide faces

I been geeked up for like a f*ckin' week
I can't eat nothin', lil' baby, I can't sleep
So why you callin' me? You do not belong to me
Yeah, that's what's flawed to me
Dollar bills is all I see

Took a six-hour trip and I made $7,000
Might run for senate in your office
Membership, this shit ain't gon' cost us
VVS, I'm boss up, matter of fact, flawless, I'm awesome
You door dash, you Austin
You got no racks and you lost
Yeah, my diamonds drip like water
Yeah, bitch, we get hot like Florida
Yeah, I warned her I werent' normal

But she did not believe me
Told her, I ain't got nothin' in common with guys you seein
Diamonds pissy, potty, peeing
Make your lil' bitch sip my

I'm not reminiscin' on different bitches that I'm not missin
She said it feel like I do not listen
She get no attention

You got attitude, I fix it
I cannot hear nun' yo' bitchin
I cannot be one watch dishes
I'm the one who came out trenches
I'm the one who put you on
Now you try act like you act different
I just made her favorite song
And she gon' listen when she miss me
(Type shit)

I think she look better naked
Whole lotta racks, bitch, I can't fake it
That ass is fat, don't care if she basic

I'm so damn high, I can't take it
Right wrist cookin', sum' like bacon
I seen them lookin', I hide faces
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Writer: Rhyder Hahn
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Tippsy
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Rhyder Hahn

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