Tase Of Dis Lyrics - Chain Letter - Brooke Valentine

(Vamp:) 

I'm gettin' off about six 

I'm rollin' through the hood so 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 

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(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 this 

You wanna taste of this 

You wanna taste of this 

I can tell you really wanna taste of this 

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(Bridge:) 

(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 

This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants 

I know you wanna taste of this 

I can read your mind 

I can read your lips 

(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 till I feel the burn in me 

Just might take a fella home 

If he knows 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 this 

You wanna taste of this 

You wanna taste of this 

I can tell you really wanna taste of this 

(Bridge:) 

(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 

This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants 

I know you wanna taste of this 

I can read your mind 

I can read your lips 

(Breakdown 1:) 

DJ! 

I want everybody on the floor 

Dance till you can't take no more 

(Vamp:) 

I'm gettin' off about six 

I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious 

Hitting up a party without a care 

I told my girls, "I'll meet ya there!" 

(Breakdown 2:) 

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! 

I know you wanna taste of this 

I can read your mind 

I can read your lips 

(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 this 

U wanna taste of this 

U wanna taste of this 

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'