What's Your Fantasy lyrics

Song information

Artist: Ludacris
Album: Back For The First Time

Lyrics

[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

[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

Chorus: ludacris 1x then shawnna 1x

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 floor
And I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta
Na na na know wh what's your fant-t-tasy

[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the georgia dome on the fifty yard line
Where the dirty birds kick in the tree
Or 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 doe lock
Don't knock while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots or they got to wait till 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 flat land
That man ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
Or in the back of a classroom
How ever you want it lover lover 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 ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
They 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 candles lit you give it up till 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 'head 'n scream you can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Runnin the train when it's hot or when its cold out
How 'bout up 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 'em turn the lights out
Champagne with my campaign let me do the damn thang
What's my name, what's my name, what's my name
Ahh the sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie
You can skratch my back and rule me
You can push me and 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 that I like it twerked
Legs jerked, 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 friends can trade
Tag team off the ropes on the ocean or in the boat
Factories or in hundred spokes
Whatta 'bout 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
Horse back n' I'll get my reins
School teacher let me get my brains

Chorus 2x