What's Your Fantasy - Ludacris, Shawnna

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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, 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?

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, 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?

I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50-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 got to wait til the show stop

Or how about 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 the classroom

How ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon

See I cast 'em and I passed 'em

Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em

I flash 'em and outlast 'em

And if 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!

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, 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?

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, 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?

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 at the Ludacris concert

'Cause you know it got sold out!

A red carpet dick it just roll out

Go ahead and scream, you can’t hold out

We can do it in the pouring rain

Running the train, when it’s hot or when it’s cold out

How about 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

Champagne 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 and just pull me

On hay in middle of the barn

Rose petals on the silk sheets

Eating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off her feet

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, 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?

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, 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?

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

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, 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 one hundred spokes!

What about up in the candy store?

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 reins

School teacher, let me get my brains

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, 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?

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, 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?