Lola Monroe, Pretty Ricky - Tipsy lyrics

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

These weak ass broads always
Need a nigga' shoulder
You know how I do see
I'm somethin' like a molder
Never met another bitch run shit any bolder
Drinks on my like a mutha fuckin' coaster