Flava

Lyrics

[Chorus] She's got me feelin' her flava She's got me feelin' her flava She's got me feelin' her flava And she's the most energetic raver Look at the way she's shakin' her bumper (No) I look at the junk that's under the jumper (No) Like an inner tube I wanna pump her She's got me feelin' her flava [Verse 1] I've got this gyal in Newcastle Loved something new from Generals and Dizzee Rascal After the show it's just like, parcel, parcel (Ay) They was bouncing like bouncy castle And I've got this gyal down Brookleigh If I call this gyal right now it's a lot for me (It's a lot) At halftime, she goes to the shop for me She got me feeling like I, like I won the lottery (It's a lot) And I've got gyal down Milton Light-skinned, but she looks like Paris Hilton Have to pull out my pee and spend the night in the Hilton (I had to) The skin was so soft and silken [Chorus] She's got me feelin' her flava She's got me feelin' her flava She's got me feelin' her flava And she's the most energetic raver Look at the way she's shakin' her bumper (No) I look at the junk that's under the jumper (No) Like an inner tube I wanna pump her (Yeah) She's got me feelin' her flava [Verse 2] Hey, I've got this gyal in Northampton Dark-skinned, but she's not dark like Richard Banton Trust me, in the bed she ni ramp when she opens the drawer And pulls out the rabbit then puts in the batteries Then looks me dead in the face and tells me: "Pull out the sausage and batter me" (Okay) Gyal, don't flatter me, just get on top of me I want to see that big bumper flap on me (Come on) [Chorus] She's got me feelin' her flava She's got me feelin' her flava She's got me feelin' her flava And she's the most energetic raver Look at the way she's shakin' her bumper (No) I look at the junk that's under the jumper (No) Like an inner tube I wanna pump her She's got me feelin' her flava Flava, flava, flava, flava Flava, flava, flava, flava [Verse 3] Tap you on the side with the bumper Tap you on the side with the pie And when you seen the size of the bumper You're not gonna believe your eyes (Exclusive) Trust me, she's lookin' the best in a tight mini-dress She come to impress I wanna see what's under the dress I wanna know what's under the dress (I wanna know) She got the perfect face and figure The breast dem are bigger than bigger Bumper's bigger than bigger And she says she's not with any nigga (For real?) I wanna cock back and pull my trigger Get straight up in her liver Trust me, I will deliver (I will) Trust me, I will deliver Deliver, deliver, deliver, deliver [Chorus] She's got me feelin' her flava She's got me feelin' her flava She's got me feelin' her flava And she's the most energetic raver Look at the way she's shakin' her bumper (No) I look at the junk that's under the jumper (No) Like an inner tube I wanna pump her (Yeah) She's got me feelin' her flava Flava, flava, flava, flava Flava, flava, flava, flava