Natural Flavors lyrics

[Intro: Cavalier]
Now, if you have a blunt or a gun to light
In each and every town
Den you no worry 'bout no wacka rappa DJ
And the Cav magi will hold you down
So, dem no worry we

[Verse 1: Cavalier]
Back of the neck slap, save mine
Havin’ swag can lead to hate crimes
Drugs (Drugs)
Do them in the daytime
Bumps in the road, fed bumps to her nose, FaceTime
Drunk workout, E&J in his Earl Grey
Holdin' back the Earl between the curls with the free weights
Home girls don't wanna give referrals
But will still cross the borough for cheesecake
So, when they come to cast their pearls I’m a cheapskate
But, I'll c*m splatter pearl necklace, a cheap date
Show her pus*y hair, make the pus*y purr, perv
Keep the rubber for the burn (Errk)
Clean break, burp, clean plate
They thinkin' "The nerve of this bougie as*h*le"
Curb your enthusiasm
But what's occurred is repercussive what the world has handed on to a booty flagpole
That's sh*tty sticks
(Real mature, Cav)
Eat a bag of 50 di*ks, this verse's supposed to been over
But A cracked open some grade and a fresh roll-up
So I King Cobra'd
S-s-s-s
[Chorus: Bwameeks]
That's diarrhea, yo b*tch’s loose with gonorrhea
Whoop, whoop, versus wife beaters
Knife fights and riot fever
I like her, I don’t need her
I f*ck her, I don't feed her
Grits or couscous, rice and quinoa
Chicken, goose, frog or deer

[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
I keep my pussies and the gussies in my dossier
And your posse and a pus*y’s in my dossier
Sextin' is my obsession it got me flexin' and Das EFX'n
Tearin’ your butt up plus temperature's textin'
It's simple, you simps and pimpin' you pesterin'
I'm sick, you lames tend to bring the 'tussin
Do a whole lot of errything but hushin' up
Or making somethin' worth pressin' up
I'm not impressed by none of the messes you pressin' up on
sl*t nose, Lee press-on nails and dunks on
And the dunks worn down and stomped on
I bet her dumps worn down and stomped on
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta-
Hold on
You should get the hell outta here and go home
On stage gettin' my Humpty-hump on
Instafly the same sherm Sherman Klump's on
If they got rules on the pot, I'm not showing
Folks be like "if Q's in a spot, then I'm blowin'"
Pumpin' with a optimus all over it
[Chorus: Bwameeks ]
That's diarrhea, yo b*tch's loose with gonorrhea
Whoop, whoop, versus wife beaters
Knife fights and riot fever
I like her, I don't need her
I f*ck her, I don't feed her
Grits or couscous, rice and quinoa
Chicken, goose, frog or deer
Kiss the hoop I'm flying freer
Lick the noose taste dying near
Tell the truth or lie in fear
Nothing hurts like lying stare
Bathroom bruise and private beers
Losin' lunch, stupid stunts
Who's supposed to clean this up?
I said who's suppose to clean the sh*tter?

[Interlude: Quelle Chris]
You must be buggin', I'm mad raw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
You must be buggin', I'm mad raw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
You must be buggin', I'm mad raw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan, Duggan, like
You must-, you must be buggin', I'm mad raw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
You must (You must), you be buggin', I'm mad raw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like ha- (Her leg)
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
[Outro]
Hot n crusty?
That's qualities of a hoe? I mean, what?
They shoes is always leaning?
You know what I mean? They mad-ass shoes?
You know?
Oh, sh*t, we're over here being stupid