What You're Sippin' On Lyrics

This is AC
With Britney
We going out tonight
Yo' let me do my thing
With a new York verse
AC will make it hot
Girl remove your shirt
I got my eyes closed
You can do your dirt
By the way do
You still got that school girl's school
Like the cops
I'm a watch her watch me
Shot with a chaser
Like the paparazzi
It's crazy
She still on top of the 'biz
I'm with Brit
Whilst K-Fed watching the kids

He was kinda like a summer fling
Hot and heavy through the April rain
May and June
He was after fame
God you lie
He was getting hypnotic
So he kinda started being my babe
I don't really wanna say his name
All I know is that I liked his drink
All my girls say
Ooh if you feel me

I saw you there
I can't get you out my sight, boy
Better go and get another drink
Cause you ain't getting none of mine, oh

Ooh
Tell me what you're sippin' on
Baby, baby, baby
Ooh
Tell me what you're sippin' on
Baby, baby, baby

What I feel is more than a crush
Then again, it's not quite love
Just enough to fill my cup
Whatever you do
Just keep it flowing
So tell me how you like it babe
On the rocks or
Straight up, babe
Oh boy
Don't be afraid
I'm right here
And I'm gon' show you

I saw you there
I can't get you outta my mind, boy
Better go and get another drink

All my girls say
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh
Tell me what you're sippin' on
Baby, baby, baby
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Tell me what you're sippin' on
Baby, baby, baby

I can't ignore it, boy
I feel like I'm lost
(I feel like I'm lost)
The way you look at me
I just can't say no
(Just can't say no)
So we should hook up
Who knows where we will go?
Cause baby when I'm with you
I, I feel I'm losing control

Oh boy you hit the spot
Sweet baby
Please don't stop
Do you like my lemon drop?
Just taste it baby

You make me feel so hot
Summertime love is all we got
Here we are, let's take a shot
Just taste it baby

This is AC
All the tabloids tell me how you is a handful
Toxic, try to make you an example
And me, I'm just trying to these shoes in an airport
Cause all the stress
Got me losing my hair too
Rest with these
Get live on the track
Got my baby in the whip
She can ride on my lap
Put that one finger up, mami
Curse 'em some more
Tell 'em the only issues you got
Is the covers you on
One more drink
Make this summer the bomb
Order shot, bartender gave one on her arm and
All you rappers better recognise the best
Cause AC about to blow
Like a breathaliser test, yes, yes

Ooh
Tell me what you're sippin' on
(This one's gonna be a problem, yo)
Baby, baby, baby
Ooh
(Britney, AC)
Tell me what you're sippin' on
Baby, baby, baby

So clap
(So clap, come on)
Are you ready for that?
So clap
(So clap)
Are you ready for that?
So clap
(So clap)
So clap
(So clap, come on)
Are you ready for that?
So clap
(So clap, so clap, come on)