Brooke Valentine - Taste Of Dis Lyrics

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[Vamp:]

I'm gettin' off about six

I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious

Hitting up a party without a care

I told my girls "I'll meet ya there!"

[Verse 1:]

Tell me what sitting at home has done for you lately

Pick up your rump shake a leg bounce to the beat

Don't know why your posted up on your feet

'Cause it's so hot in here I know you can feel the heat

[Pre Hook:]

I'm feeling good

I'm looking good

I'm pedicured

I think I'm ready

We're the fliest chicks

Up in the spot

From coast to coast

We hold it down fa sho

[Hook:]

My money my hair my nails fixed

My walk my clothes my limp

My girls no man don't need shit

And I can tell you want a taste of this

You wanna taste of this

You wanna taste of this

I can tell you really wanna taste of this

[Bridge:]

(Better get on up)

I'ma make you dance

Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands

I'm fin to make you dance

This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

I know you wanna taste of this

I can read your mind

I can read your lips

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[Verse 2:]

The party so packed people standing out in the streets

The guys are checkin' me out

Even the girls are lookin'

I'm not getting off the floor till I feel the burn in me

Just might take a fella home

If he knows how to work that thang

[Pre Hook:]

I'm feeling good

I'm looking good

I'm pedicured

I think I'm ready

We're the fliest chicks

Up in the spot

From coast to coast

We hold it down fa sho

[Hook:]

My money my hair my nails fixed

My walk my clothes my limp

My girls no man don't need shit

And I can tell you want a taste of this

You wanna taste of this

You wanna taste of this

I can tell you really wanna taste of this

[Bridge:]

(Better get on up)

I'ma make you dance

Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands

I'm fin to make you dance

This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

I know you wanna taste of this

I can read your mind

I can read your lips

[Breakdown 1:]

DJ!

I want everybody on the floor

Dance till you can't take no more

[Vamp:]

I'm gettin' off about six

I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious

Hitting up a party without a care

I told my girls "I'll meet ya there!"

[Breakdown 2:]

You gone step

Step wit me come on

You gone step

Step wit me come on

It's like left right left

It's like left right left

Now slide-slide-slide-slide

It's like left right left

It's like left right left

Now dip-dip-dip baby DIP!

I know you wanna taste of this

I can read your mind

I can read your lips

[Hook:]

My money my hair my nails fixed

My walk my clothes my limp

My girls no man don't need shit

And I can tell you want a taste of this

U wanna taste of this

U wanna taste of this

I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

[Pre Hook:]

I'm feeling good

I'm looking good

I'm pedicured

I think I'm ready

We're the fliest chicks

Up in the spot

From coast to coast

We hold it down fa sho'

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