Fever For the Flava

Do you think that I can get some? (Chickie, Chickie) Maybe gets a little finga? (Sticky, Sticky) You my electrical lip balm flava I gotta do ya until the next song saves ya And can I get a little zip-zip (Lookie, Lookie) Maybe just a little uh-uh (Nookie, Nookie) Hey, whatcha say? It doesn't matter anyway You won't do another 'cause you gettin' with me She got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie And did I mention, hey, pay attention Gonna take that bootie to the nudie dimension I got the green glow under my car I got the boom-boom system you can hear real far Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh pretty, pretty shy, whoap, whoa Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh pretty, pretty fly, whoap, whoap What do I have to say to get inside, girl? What do I have to say? Whoap, Whoap, Whoap, Whoap Mmmmmmm Can I get a little yum, yum (Kitty, Kitty) Just a little somethin' somethin' (Itty bitty) Do you wanna get Triple X groovy? Gimme, gimme some of that kinda movie And let me spin ya like a record (Wicky, Wicky) Let me get ya butt naked (Licky, Licky) Here we go yo, here's the scenario Gonna strip you down like a car in the barrio Ya got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie I'm your lovey dovey bedtime playa Call me the super sexy Boogie Man slayer I got the green glow under my car I got the boom-boom system you can hear real far Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh pretty, pretty shy, whoap, whoa Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh pretty, pretty fly, whoap, whoap What do I have to say to get inside, girl? What do I have to say? I got the fever for the flava of a cootchie Yo hey ma, yo hey ma, yo hey mamama hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Yo hey ma, yo hey ma, yo hey mamama hootchie Whoap, Whoap, Whoap, Whoap Whoap, Whoap, Whoap, Whoap Whoap, Whoap, Whoap, Whoap Whoap, Whoap, Go! Do you think that I can get some? (Chickie, Chickie) Maybe gets a little finga? (Sticky, Sticky) You wanna suck it like a bong hit, wack it You gotta be my First Lady, jack it She got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Let's party hardy and rock 'n' roll We drink Bacardi and smoke a bowl I got the green glow under my car I got the boom-boom system you can hear real far Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh pretty, pretty shy, whoap, whoa Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh pretty, pretty fly, whoap, whoap What do I have to say to get inside, girl? What do I have to say? I got the fever for the flava of a cootchie Yo hey ma, yo hey ma, yo hey mamma hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Yo hey ma, yo hey ma, yo hey mamma hootchie Whoap, Whoap, Whoap, Whoap Whoap, Whoap, Whoap, Whoap Whoap, Whoap, Whoap, Whoap Whoap, Whoap, Go!

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