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

Wit the sweet toffe crisp

And I still can't 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

What's your flava

Tell me what's your flava

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 can't lie

It all seems too bewildering

They got these grown men

Running round

Screaming out

Acting worse than children

But who flow

Better know

Better stack cheddar

Get more tongue

Better than this ice-cream

Better than

What's your flava

Tell me what's your flava

Hey I'm taking 'em apple and cinnamon

Girls arent feeling em can't 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

What's your flava

Tell me what's your flava