What`s Your Flava? (Radio Edit)

What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (What’s your flava) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh) What’s your flava Tell me what’s 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 throwin’ up So I called Chocolate Chip with the sweet toffee crisp And I still can’t get enough You’re what I want (Ah) You’re 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} What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (What’s your flava) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava Uh, I take ‘em in the middle, let you lie 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, actin’ worse than children Flow better know better stack cheddar Get more tongue, spread her than this ice cream veteran You’re what I want (I) You’re 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} What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (What’s your flava) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava What’s your flava What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava Come on Tell me what’s your flava Hey, I’m takin’ them apple and cinnamon Girls, I’m feelin’ them, can’t stop checkin’ them That’s why they got me tricklin’ 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 (You’re what I want) You’re what I need (You’re 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} What’s your flava (Come on) Tell me what’s your flava (Mmm) What’s your flava (Yeah) Tell me what’s your flava (I wanna taste you) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (Come on) What’s your flava (Now tell me what’s your flava) Tell me what’s your flava (On top now, girl) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (On top, girl) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava(On top, girl) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava (On top, girl) What’s your flava Tell me what’s your flava