What`s Your Flava Remix Lyrics

What`s Your Flava Remix lyrics

Whats your flava

Tell me whats your flava [x4]



Girl you look to delicious bootylicious my words vary

And Fruitylicious strawberry dressed in cranberry

And I'm a penant shows how my jeans was blueberry

My truck colour flip the kings of purple to cranberry

A college cherry I heard she in love with the don

The first time I met I could tell she taste like butter pecan

If you don't think your tasty than baby go head save it

Cause Twista be messing with the flavors like Craig David

Tell em dogg



I met this fly girl in the 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 toffe 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

If i can be your fantasy 

Whats 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 tongue..

better than this ice-cream..

better than... 

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 

Whats your flava

Tell me whats your flava [x4]



Baby maybe we can all cut see who you can call up

Girl I eat you all up you's a black walnut

Now gimme the cookies n cream and some chocolate chip mint 

screamin licky licky while I'm leanin on some pimp shit

Went to a baller spot ran into a butterscotch

Girl you make me wanna dance you gonna shake your butt or not

She think she kinda tough bet she taste lick rocky road

Tropical when she got in the truck ooh girl your body cold



Hey, im taking em, apple and cinnamon

Girls arent feeling em cant stop drippin' em

Thats why they got me dribbling

Hot fudge sauce on the soles of my timberlands.

I them caramel with a hint of vanilla

Wit a little chocolate sprinkling

That 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 yopur wrapper

Be your fantasy 

Whats your flava

Tell me whats your flava [x4]