Ludacris, Shawnna - What's Your Fantasy

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now, give it to me now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor Then I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor When I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50 yard line While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club We can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P. Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (Woo) in the public bathroom Or in back of the classroom How ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and outlast 'em And if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free And the tell me what they fantasy Like up on the roof, roof, tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me I wanna li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor Then I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor When I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna get you in the bath tub With the candle lit you give it up 'til they go out Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert 'Cause you know I got sold out A red carpet dick could just roll out Go 'head and scream you can't hold out We can do it in the pouring rain Runnin the train when it's hot or cold out How 'bout in the library on top of books But you can't be too loud You wanna make a brother beg for it Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud We can do it in the White House Tryna make them turn the lights out Champaign with my campaign lemme do the damn thing What's my name? What's my name? What's my name? The sauna, jacuzzi, in the back row at the movie You can scratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me On hay in middle of the barn (Woo) Rose pedals on the silk sheets, uh Eating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off her feet I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor Then I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor When I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna get you in the back seat windows up That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt In the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade On the top of my escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade, tag team, off the ropes On the ocean or in the boat Factories or one hundred spokes What about up in the candy store? That chocolate chocolate make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs Smack a little booty up with my belt Scream, help play my game, dracula, man I'll get my fangs Horseback and I'll get my reigns School teacher, let me get my brains I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor Then I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor When I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor Then I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed Down to the, down to the, to the floor When I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy