Brooke Valentine

Brooke Valentine

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  • Brooke Valentine Taste Of Dis Lyrics

           

    [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



    [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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