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Craig David «What's Your Flava». ТЕКСТ ПЕСНИ

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Слова: Trevor Henry, Craig David, Anthony Marshall
Музыка: Anthony Marshall, Craig David, Trevor Henry
© Первое музыкальное Издательство, © ООО «Юниверсал Мьюзик Паблишинг»
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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 a 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 throwin' 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 you home with me 
You look so good, girl 
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 
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 summer, and 
These ice creams lookin' so fly 
That I just can't lie 
It all seems too bewildering 
They got these grown men runnin round 
Screamin out actin worse 
Than children, but who 
Know better flow better stack cheddar 
Get more tongues wetter 
Than this ice cream veteran 

You're what I want 
You're what I need 
I wanna taste ya 
Take you home with me 
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 
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 
Tell me what's your flava 
Tell me what's your flava 

Hey, I'm takin 'em apple and cinnamon 
Girls I'm feelin em' 
Can't stop lickin 'em 
That's why they got me dribbling 
Hot fudge sauce and it's 
All over my timbalands 
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 need 
I wanna taste ya, take you home with me 
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 
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 

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