Craig David - 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 bu*ter 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 sh** Went to a baller spot ran into a bu*terscotch Girl you make me wanna dance you gonna shake your bu*t 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]