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Brooke Valentine
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Taste of Dis
Lyricist:Kanesha Brooks, Corte O Ellis, Sharief Hobley, Brandon Howard, Derik Johnson, karriem Hassan Mack, Lashaun Tyson Owens
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 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
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
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 You wanna taste of dis, you wanna taste of dis I can tell you really wanna taste of dis
Better get on up, I'ma make you dance Watch back I'ma make you dance This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants
I know you wanna taste of dis I can read your mind, I can read your lips I know you wanna taste of dis I can read your mind, I can read your lips
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 knows 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
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 You wanna taste of dis, you wanna taste of dis I can tell you really wanna taste of dis
Better get on up, I'ma make you dance This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Watch back I'ma make you dance This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants I know you wanna taste of dis I can read your mind, I can read your lips
I want everybody on the floor Just stay still who can take some more Everybody on the floor Just stay still who can take some more
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 You gone step Come on step with me It's like left right left Left right left Now slide-slide-slide-slide It's like left right left Left right left Now dip-dip-dip-dip baby dip
Now you wanna get me kiss I can reach your mind, I can reach your lips
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
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
You wanna taste of dis You wanna taste of dis I can tell you really wanna taste of dis
'Cause I'm looking good, I'm smelling good I'm pedicured, I think I'm ready, oh yeah Is the party going on Is the party going on, come on 'Cause it's so hot in here 'Cause it's so hot in here 'Cause it's so hot in here ...
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