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Dallas Smith

Tippin' Point

 

Tippin' Point

(album: Lifted - 2014)


God was showing off when He made you
Sweet sun shining, honey and some Daisy Dukes
It's hot as hell the way you shake that tailgate
You make me wanna holler at the moon
Aw yeah, baby, them sparks are gonna fly
Light up the night like the Fourth of July

[Chorus:]
Oh, I'm at my tip, tip, tippin point
Fill it up to the top
I gotta sip, sip, sip, on something that hits the spot
Oh, won't ya come on over here, baby
Wanna get those lips, lips, lips, little hottie
When you shake that
You shake those hips, hips, hips, that body
Your curves have got me swerving and driving me crazy

I'm at my tip, tip, tippin point
(Fill it up to the top, I'm at my...)
Tip, tip, tippin point
(Fill it up to the top, I'm at my...)

Well there you go, lips hot pink
Eyes denim blue, making me think about 24/7
You're kind of Heaven
Loving on eleven
Living on the brink of that

Tip, tip, tippin point
Fill it up to the top
I gotta sip, sip, sip, on something that hits the spot
Oh, won't ya come on over here, baby

Wanna get those lips, lips, lips, little hottie
When you shake that
You shake those hips, hips, hips, that body
Your curves have got me swerving and driving me crazy
I'm at my tip, tip, tippin point
(Fill it up to the top, I'm at my...)

Tip, tip, tippin point
(Fill it up to the top, I'm at my...)

{Fill it up to the top be ready to rock about to get buckwild, blue mountain cold beer, whisky to the moonshine...}

Tip, tip, tippin point...
Tip, tip, tippin point...

God was showing off when He made you
Sweet sun shining, honey and some Daisy Dukes
It's hot as hell the way you shake that tailgate
You make me wanna holler at the moon

Fill it up to the top, I'm at my...
Tip, tip, tippin point
Fill it up to the top
I gotta sip, sip, sip, on something that hits the spot
Oh, won't ya come on over here, baby
Wanna get those lips, lips, lips, little hottie.
When you shake that
You shake those hips, hips, hips, that body
Your curves have got me swerving and driving me crazy
I'm at my tip, tip, tippin point
(Fill it up to the top, I'm at my...)

Tip, tip, tippin point
(Fill it up to the top, I'm at my...)

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