What's Your Fantasy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahGive it to me now, give it to me nowgive it to me now, give it to me now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahGive it to me now, give it to me nowgive it to me now..
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leaveBut I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard lineWhile the Dirty Birds kick for threeAnd if you like in the club we can do itIn the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on topLick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rockWe go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stopOr how 'bout on the beach with black sandLick up your thigh then call me the Pac ManTable top or just give me a lap danceThe Rock to the Park to the Point to the FlatlandsThat man Ludacris in the public bathroomOr in back of a classroomHowever you want it lover, lover gonna tap that ass soonSee I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'emI flash 'em and out last 'emand if ain't good then I trash 'em, while you stash 'emI'll let 'em freeAnd they tell me what they fantasylike up on the roof roofTell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leaveBut I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna get you in the bathtubwith the candle lit you give it up till they go outOr we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert'Cause you know I got sold outOr red carpet, dick could just roll outGo ahead and scream you can't hold outWe can do it in the pouring rainRunning the train, when it's hot or cold outhow 'bout in the library on top of booksbut you can't be too loudyou wanna make a brother beg for itgive me TLC 'cause you know I be too proudwe can do it in the white houseTryin' to make them turn the lights outChampaign with my campaign let me do the damn thingWhat's my name, what's my name, what's my nameSauna, jacuzziin the back row at the movieYou can scratch my back and rule meYou can push me or just pull meOn hay in middle of the barn, rose petals on the silk sheets uhEating fresh fruitsm sweep yo' woman right off her feet
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leaveBut I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna get you in the back seat windows upthat's the way you like to fuckClogged up fog alertRip the pants and rip the shirtRough sex make it hurtIn the garden all in the dirtRoll around, Georgia Brown, that's the way I like it twerpLegs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraidIn the sun or up in the shadeOn the top of my escaladeMaybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes!On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes!What about up in the candy store, that chocolate, chocolate make it meltWhips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my beltScream help, play my game; dracula, man, I'll get my fangsHorseback and I'll get my reins, schoolteacher let me get my brains