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...)