What's Your Flava (Craig David Remix) Lyrics by Craig David

What's Your Flava (Craig David Remix)

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 nearly cost me twenty bucks
Met this chick named walnut whip nearly made me sick
To the point of throwing up
So I called chocolate chip with the sweet toffee crisp and I still cant get enough
Youre what I want, girl
Youre what I need
I wanna taste ya take ya home with me
You look so good girl, good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava

I take em in the middle of July
with the drop top down in the park when its summering
These ice creams looking so fly that I just cant lie
It all seems too bewildering
They got these grown men running round
Screaming out acting worse than children
But I flow better know better stack cheddar get more tongue spread her
than this ice cream veteran
Youre what I want, girl
Youre what I need
I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me
You look so good, girl good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peal your wrapper

Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava

im taking them apple and cinnamon
Girls im feeling them cant stop....
Thats why they got me dribbling 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
Youre what I want, girl
Youre what Craig needs
I wanna taste ya take ya home with me
You look so good, girl good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava

Rap
i'm slicker than your average
Famous off of garage
Busy try to slam me cause I smashed it
Well they dont understand it
Im getting them established
While takin' British music to the masses
The gold diggers go bananas
They same ones that didnt show me no love when I was cashless
In the day when it really mattered
When I was penning competition no publishing hits for damage
Now the gold go to me so minimal
Im involved in the back with plaques of records sold
Heaven knows that Ive got a producer with ego
And there were those that were told exactly where to go
Somebody please stop these little kids
They wanna pull bumpers off my tour busses
Shouting outside of the block I use to live
That they dont like my records so why listen to this

Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava
Whats your flava
Tell me whats your flava break