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Brooke Valentine - Taste of Dis lyrics
I’m getting off about six I’m rollin’ trough da hood all anxious Hitting up a party without a care I told my girls “I’ll meet ya there!” Tell me what sitting at home has done for u 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 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 [chorus] 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 dis U wanna taste of dis U wanna taste of dis I can tell you really wanna taste of dis Better get on up I’ma make u dance Watch back I’ma make u dance This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants It’s like Oh! Yeah-Yeah I know u wanna taste of dis I can read your mind I can read your lips It’s like Oh! Yeah-Yeah 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 til I feel the burn in me Just might take a fella home If he know how to work that thang 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 [chorus] 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 dis I’m getting off about six I’m rollin’ trough da hood all anxious Hitting up a party without a care I told my girls “I’ll meet ya there!” 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! [chorus 2x] 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 dis U wanna taste of dis U wanna taste of dis I can tell you really wanna taste of dis 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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