Karaoke k písni: Taste Of Dis - Brooke Valentine

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!"

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

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

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

U wanna taste of dis
U wanna taste of dis
I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

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

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

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

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

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
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!"

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!

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

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

U wanna taste of dis
U wanna taste of dis
I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

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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