Whats your flava
Tell me whats 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
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
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,
Acting worse than children..
But who flow..
Better stack cheddar..
Get more tongue..
Better than this ice-cream..
Hey, I'm 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