Taste Of Dis

Brooke Valentine

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    [Intro Vamp:]
    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!"

    [Verse 1:]
    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

    [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 dis

    [Vamp:]
    U wanna taste of dis
    U wanna taste of dis
    I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

    [Counter Hook:]
    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

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    [Bridge:]
    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

    [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 til I feel the burn in me
    Just might take a fella home
    If he know 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 dis

    [Intro Vamp:]
    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!"

    [Breakdown:]
    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!

    [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 dis

    [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 dis

    [Vamp:]
    U wanna taste of dis
    U wanna taste of dis
    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

    Song details

    Composition: Brooke Valentine

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