Craig David - What's Your Flava Lyrics lyrics

What's your flava

Tell me what's your flava (x4)

I met this black girl in a club

Went by the name of pecan deluxe

This ice cream was high maintenance

When I took her out,

Man it cost me 20 bucks

Met this chick named walnut whip

Nearly made me sick to the point of throwing up

So I called chocolate chip

Wit the sweet toffee crisp

And I still cant get enough

Your what I want

Your what I need

I wanna taste ya (taste ya) take ya home wit me

You look so good

Good enough to eat

I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

I can be your fantasy

What's your flava

Tell me whats your flava (x4)

I take 'em in the middle of July

With tha drop top down in the park

When it's summerin'

These ice creams lookin so fly

That I just cant lie

It all seems too bewildering

They got these grown men,

running round..

screaming out..

acting worse than children..

but who flow..

better know..

better stack cheddar..

get more tones..

better than this ice-cream

veteran

Your what I want

Your what I need

I wanna taste ya (taste ya) take ya home wit me

You look so good

Good enough to eat

I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

Be your fantasy

What's your flava

Tell me what's your flava (x4)

Hey, I'm taking em, apple and cinnamon

Girls I'm feeling em can't stop licking em

That's why they got me dribbling

Hot fudge sauce and it's all over my Timberlands

I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla

Wit a little chocolate sprinkling

They make me spend my dividends

These sweet things make me feel like a kid again

Your what I want

Your what I need

I wanna taste ya (taste ya) take ya home wit me

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

Tell me what's your flava (x4)