| Ludacris ~ |
| What's Your Fantasy? |
| Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Give it to me now, 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 floor I wanna ah ah I make it so good you don't wanna leave But I got to kn kn kn know what's your fan-ta-sy I wanna get in the Georgia Brown dome on the fifty yard line When the dirty birds kick the tree And if you like it in the club we can do it In the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP Whip- cream with cherries, strawberries on top Lick it don't stop With the door lock Don't know while the boat rock we go buy Robots or they got to wait 'til the show stop Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand Lick up your thighs and call me Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The rock to the park to the point to the flat lands That man Ludacris in the public bathroom Or in the back of a classroom However you want it lover, gonna tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I pass 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em And if it ain't good, then I trash 'em, while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free And they tell me what they fantasy like up on the roof, roof, tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me Chorus 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 of the Ludacris concert 'Cause you know I got sold out Or 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 ot 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 trying to make them turn the lights out Champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing What's my name, what's my name, what's my name A 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 the middle of the barn, rose pedals on the silk sheets, uh Eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet Chorus I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up That's the way, you like to fuck, fog up all alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt Rough 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, over worked, under-paid, but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade On the top of my Escalade Baby your girl and my friends can trade Tag team, off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat Factories, or a hundred spokes What 'bout in the candy store, that chocolate chocolate, make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up with my belt Scream HELP, play my game Dracula man, I'll get my fangs, horse back, I'll get my reins School teacher let me get my grades Chorus (repeat 4x) |