Lyric What s Your Flava - Craig David

Lyric Song What s Your Flava: What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava Ooh
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava What s your flava


What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava Ooh
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava


I met this girl fly girl in the club
Went by the name of Pecan ooh Deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out nearly cost me 20 bucks


Met this chick named Walnut Whip
Nearly made me sick to the point of throwin up
So I called Chocolate Chip with the sweet toffee crisp
And I still can t get enough


You re what I want Ah
You re what I need Come on
I wanna taste you Taste you
Take you home with me Ah


You look so good
Good enough to eat
I wonder if I could peel your wrapper
{I could be your fantasy}


What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava Ooh
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava What s your flava


What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava Ooh
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava


Uh I take em in the middle let you lie
With the drop top down in the park when it s summerin
These ice creams lookin so fly
That I just can t lie it all seems too bewilderin


They got these grown men runnin round
Screamin out actin worse than children
Flow better know better stack cheddar
Get more tongue spread her than this ice cream
veteran


You re what I want I
You re what I need Know what I need
I wanna taste you Taste you
Take you home with me Take you home with me


You look so good You look so good
Good enough to eat
I wonder if I could peel your wrapper


{I could be your fantasy}


What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava Ooh
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava What s your flava


What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava Ooh
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava


What s your flava
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava
Come on
Tell me what s your flava


Hey I m takin them apple and cinnamon
Girls I m feelin them can t stop checkin them
That s why they got me tricklin
Hot fudge sauce on the sole of my Timberlands


I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla
With a little chocolate sprinklings
They make me spend my dividends
These sweet things make me feel like a kid again


You re what I want You re what I want
You re what I need You re what I need
I wanna taste you Taste you
Take you home with me Take you home with me


You look so good You look so good
Good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
{I could be your fantasy}


What s your flava Come on
Tell me what s your flava Mmm
What s your flava Yeah
Tell me what s your flava I wanna taste you


What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava Come on
What s your flava Now tell me what s your flava
Tell me what s your flava On top now girl


What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava On top girl
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flavaOn top girl


What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava On top girl
What s your flava
Tell me what s your flava