What's Your Fantasy

Ludacris:

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Shawna:

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Chorus:

Ludacris & Shawna (repeat 2x)

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 you make it so good I don't wanna leave

But I got le le let me now kno kno know what's your fan-ta-sy

Ludacris:

I wanna get in th Georgia dome on the fifty yard line

When the dirty birds kick fo' three

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 and strawberries on top

Lick it don't stop

With the dow lock

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 named Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom

Or in the back of a classroom

However you want it lover lover, gonna tap that ass some

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 tell me what they fantasy

like up on the roof, roof, tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me

Chorus:

Ludacris:

I wanna get you in the bath tub

With the candles lit, you give it up, 'til they go out

Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert

'Cause you know it got sold out

Or red carpet **** 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

try 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,

Aww 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 the middle of the barn (woo),

rose pedals on the silk sheets, uh

Eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet

Chorus:

Ludacris:

I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up

That's the way, you like to ****

Fogged up, fog alert

Rip the pants and rip the s*irt

Ruff ***, 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, don't be afraid

In the sun or in the shade

On the top of my Escalade

Maybe your girl and my friends can trade

Tag team, off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat

Factories, or hundred spokes

What 'bout in the candy sto', that chocolate chocolate, make it melt

Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up, with my belt

Scream HELP, play my game

Dracula and I'll get my fangs, horse back, I'll get my reins

School teacher let me get my grades

Chorus (repeat 4x):