Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy Lyrics

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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

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
Then I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kno kno kno  know wha what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Ludacris:
I wanna get in the 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
Keep the door locked, Don't knock
While the boat rock we go bots and
robots so they got to wait 'til the show stop
How 'bout on the beach with black sand
Lick up your thighs and call me the 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 Luva Luva 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 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 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 when it's 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 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, over worked, under-paid, 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 rope, on the ocean or in the boat
Factories, or on hundred spokes
What 'bout up 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 man I'll get my fangs, horse back and I'll get my reins
School teacher let me get my "frames"

Chorus (repeat 4x)

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lyrics corrected on 08-08-2009