Craig David What`s Your Flava Feat Twista (remix) Lyrics

What`s Your Flava Feat Twista (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]