Texty písní Brooke Valentine

Brooke Valentine

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!"

[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

[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