Craig David Whatæs Your Flava? Lyrics

Whatæs Your Flava? Lyrics

WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (Ooh)
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (WhatÆs your flava)


WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (Ooh)
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs 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 throwinÆ up
So I called Chocolate Chip with the sweet toffee crisp
And I still canÆt get enough


YouÆre what I want (Ah)
YouÆre 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}


WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (Ooh)
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (WhatÆs your flava)


WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (Ooh)
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava


Uh, I take æem in the middle, let you lie
With the drop top down in the park when itÆs summerinÆ
These ice creams lookinÆ so fly
That I just canÆt lie, it all seems too bewilderinÆ


They got these grown men runninÆ æround
ScreaminÆ out, actinÆ worse than children
Flow better know better stack cheddar
Get more tongue, spread her than this ice cream
veteran


YouÆre what I want (I)
YouÆre 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}


WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (Ooh)
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (WhatÆs your flava)


WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (Ooh)
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava


WhatÆs your flava
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava
Come on
Tell me whatÆs your flava


Hey, IÆm takinÆ them apple and cinnamon
Girls, IÆm feelinÆ them, canÆt stop checkinÆ them
ThatÆs why they got me tricklinÆ
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


YouÆre what I want (YouÆre what I want)
YouÆre what I need (YouÆre 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}


WhatÆs your flava (Come on)
Tell me whatÆs your flava (Mmm)
WhatÆs your flava (Yeah)
Tell me whatÆs your flava (I wanna taste you)


WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (Come on)
WhatÆs your flava (Now tell me whatÆs your flava)
Tell me whatÆs your flava (On top now, girl)


WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (On top, girl)
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava(On top, girl)


WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava (On top, girl)
WhatÆs your flava
Tell me whatÆs your flava