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