What's Your Fantasy (Featuring Shawna)
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 floor
Then I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, 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 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 the 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 outlast '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 your boyfriend not to be mad at me
I wanna 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
Then I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna get you in the bath tub
With the candle lit you give it up 'til they go out
Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert
'Cause you know I got sold out
A 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 lemme do the damn thing
What's my name? What's my name? What's my name?
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 middle of the barn (Woo)
Rose pedals on the silk sheets, uh
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 floor
Then I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, 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, 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 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 reigns
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 floor
Then I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
Then I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, 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
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 floor
Then I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, 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 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 the 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 outlast '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 your boyfriend not to be mad at me
I wanna 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
Then I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna get you in the bath tub
With the candle lit you give it up 'til they go out
Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert
'Cause you know I got sold out
A 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 lemme do the damn thing
What's my name? What's my name? What's my name?
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 middle of the barn (Woo)
Rose pedals on the silk sheets, uh
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 floor
Then I wanna, ah ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, 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, 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 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 reigns
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 floor
Then I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
Then I wanna, ah ah, 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 floor
When I wanna, ah ah, 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
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Bridges, Shondrae Crawford
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- U Got A Problem?
- Game Got Switched
- 1st & 10 (Featuring Infamous 2-0 & Fate Wilson)
- What's Your Fantasy (Featuring Shawna)
- Come On Over (Skit)
- Hood Stuck
- Get Off Me (Featuring Pastor Troy)
- Mouthing Off (Featuring 4-Ize)
- Stick 'Em Up (Featuring UGK)
- Ho (Skit)
All Album Tracks: Back For The First Time (Explicit Version) >
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