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Busta Rhymes - Taste It lyrics
[Repeat 5x (Taste it, taste it, taste it)] Here we go Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon You ready to freak out ladies? Yeah, soldiers We 'bout to line it up just right Check it, watch how we do it [Verse One] Make way for the kid to come in girl And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon) Every single time we come to drop that A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go) Then we start to cook up the place Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face (C'mon) Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!) Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit The way your ass sit up all on your back Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that And definitely won't waste it And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it) [Chorus] B-b-baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it Baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it [Verse 2] Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar See a chick that kinda look like a star And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo] Wait a sec you know I know a song girl Me and you and one of your oth |
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