What's Your Flava

What's Your Flava - The Hit Co.

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 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

With the sweet toffee crisp and I still can't get enough

You're what I want, you're what I need

I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me

You look so good, good enough to eat

I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

I could be your fantasy

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 it's summerin'

These ice creams lookin' so fly

That I just can't lie it all seems too bewilderin'

They got these grown men, runnin' round

Screamin' out, acting worse than children

But who flow, better know, better stack cheddar

Get more tongue better than this ice-cream, better than

You're what I want, you're what I need

I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me

You look so good, good enough to eat

I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

I could be your fantasy

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

What's your flava? What's your flava?

What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava

C'mon, tell me what's your flava

Hey, I'm taking 'em, apple and cinnamon

Girls, aren't feeling 'em can't stop drippin' 'em

That's why they got me dribblin'

Hot fudge sauce on the soles of my timberlands

I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla

Wit a little chocolate sprinklin'

That make me spend my dividends

These sweet things make me feel like a kid again

You're what I want, you're what I need

I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me

You look so good, good enough to eat

I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

I could be your fantasy

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

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