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What You're Sippin' On (Britney Spears)

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 Ooh 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)