Tippin' Point Songtext

von Dallas Smith

God was showing off
When He made you.

Sweet sunshine and
Honey and some
Daisy Dukes.

Its hot as hell when we
Shake that tailgate.

You wanna make me
Holla at the moon.

Aw yeah, baby, them
Sparks are gonna fly.

Light up the night like the
Fourth of July.

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

I gotta sip, sip, sip, me somethin'
That hits the spot.
Oh, won't ya come on over here, baby?

Wanna get those
Lips, lips, lips, little hottie.
When your shale that,
You shake those
Hips, hips, hips,
That body, curves got me swervin'
Driving me crazy

I'm at my
Tip, tip, tipping point.
(fill it up to the tip, I'm at my...)

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

Well, there you go, lips hot pink.
Eyes denim blue, makein' me think
About 24/7, you're kind of Heaven.

Lovin' on eleven
Livin' on the brick of that.

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

I gotta sip, sip, sip, me somethin'
That hits the spot.
Oh, won't ya come on over here, baby?

Wanna get those
Lips, lips, lips, little hottie.
When your shale that,
You shake those
Hips, hips, hips,
That body, curves got me swervin'
Driving me crazy

I'm at my
Tip, tip, tipping point.
(fill it up to the tip, I'm at my...)

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

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

God was showing off
When He made you.

Sweet sunshine and
Honey and some
Daisy Dukes.

Its hot as hell when we
Shake that tailgate.

You wanna make me
Holla at the moon.

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

I gotta sip, sip, sip, me somethin'
That hits the spot.
Oh, won't ya come on over here, baby?

Wanna get those
Lips, lips, lips, little hottie.
When your shale that,
You shake those
Hips, hips, hips,
That body, curves got me swervin'
Driving me crazy

I'm at my
Tip, tip, tipping point.
(fill it up to the tip, I'm at my...)

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