Brooke Valentine - Taste of Dis

I'm getting off about six
I'm rollin' through the 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 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

[Bridge]
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

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 the trunk will put a bump in ya pants

It's like Oh!
Yeah-Yeah
I know you 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 thing

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

I'm getting off about six
I'm rollin' through the 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: x2]

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

[Bridge]

Written by:
CORTE ELLIS, LASHAUN OWENS, KARRIEM MACK, DERIK JOHNSON, KANESHA BROOKS, BRANDON HOWARD, SHARIEF HOBLEY

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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