Tytuł: What's Your Fantasy

• Wykonawca: Ludacris
• Wyświetleń: 308

[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, then Shawna *2X*]
  I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
  And 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 leave
  But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
  
  [Ludacris]
  I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty 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 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 a 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 out last '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 yo boyfriend not to be mad at me
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Ludacris]
  I wanna get you in the bath tub
  with the candle lit you give it up till 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 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 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 stratch 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 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 dir
  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 on hundred spokes!
  What about up in the candy sto' 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
  
  [Chorus - repeat 4X]