Flava

[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