| I’m gettin' off about six
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| I’m rollin' through the hood so anxious
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| Hitting up a party without a care
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| I told my girls, «I'll meet ya there!»
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| Tell me what sitting at home has done for you lately
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| Pick up your rump, shake a leg, bounce to the beat
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| Don’t know why your posted up on your feet
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| 'Cause it’s so hot in here I know you can feel the heat
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| (Pre Hook:)
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| I’m feeling good
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| I’m looking good
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| I’m pedicured
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| I think I’m ready
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| We’re the fliest chicks
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| Up in the spot
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| From coast to coast
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| We hold it down fa sho
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| (Hook:)
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| My money, my hair, my nails fixed
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| My walk, my clothes, my limp
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| My girls, no man, don’t need shit
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| And I can tell you want a taste of this
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| You wanna taste of this
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| You wanna taste of this
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| I can tell you really wanna taste of this
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| (Bridge:)
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| (Better get on up)
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| I’ma make you dance
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| Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands
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| I’m fin to make you dance
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| This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants
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| I know you wanna taste of this
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| I can read your mind
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| I can read your lips
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| The party so packed people standing out in the streets
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| The guys are checkin' me out
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| Even the girls are lookin'
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| I’m not getting off the floor till I feel the burn in me
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| Just might take a fella home
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| If he knows how to work that thang
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| (Pre Hook:)
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| I’m feeling good
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| I’m looking good
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| I’m pedicured
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| I think I’m ready
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| We’re the fliest chicks
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| Up in the spot
|
| From coast to coast
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| We hold it down fa sho
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| (Hook:)
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| My money, my hair, my nails fixed
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| My walk, my clothes, my limp
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| My girls, no man, don’t need shit
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| And I can tell you want a taste of this
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| You wanna taste of this
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| You wanna taste of this
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| I can tell you really wanna taste of this
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| (Bridge:)
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| (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
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| This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants
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| I know you wanna taste of this
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| I can read your mind
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| I can read your lips
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| (Breakdown 1:)
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| DJ!
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| I want everybody on the floor
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| Dance till you can’t take no more
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| (Vamp:)
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| I’m gettin' off about six
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| I’m rollin' through the hood so anxious
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| Hitting up a party without a care
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| I told my girls, «I'll meet ya there!»
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| (Breakdown 2:)
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| You gone step
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| Step wit me come on
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| You gone step
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| Step wit me come on
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| It’s like left right left
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| It’s like left right left
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| Now slide-slide-slide-slide
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| It’s like left right left
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| It’s like left right left
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| Now dip-dip-dip baby DIP!
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| I know you wanna taste of this
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| I can read your mind
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| I can read your lips
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| (Hook:)
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| My money, my hair, my nails fixed
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| My walk, my clothes, my limp
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| My girls, no man, don’t need shit
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| And I can tell you want a taste of this
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| U wanna taste of this
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| U wanna taste of this
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| I can tell you really wanna taste of dis
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| (Pre Hook:)
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| I’m feeling good
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| I’m looking good
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| I’m pedicured
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| I think I’m ready
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| We’re the fliest chicks
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| Up in the spot
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| From coast to coast
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| We hold it down fa sho' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Taste Of Dis , by - Brooke Valentine. Song from the album Chain Letter, in the genre Поп