Ludacris Lyrics

Album: Incognegro

What's Your Fantasy Lyrics

(feat. Shawna)

 [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 don't knock 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 dirt

 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 grades

 

 [Chorus - repeat 4X]