What's Your Fantasy 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 & Shawnna]
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 da to da flo'
I wanna ah-ah you make it so good and I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn kn know what's your fanta-ta-sy
(repeat)

[Ludacris]
I wanna get in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
When the dirty birds kick for three
And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP
Whip cream with cherries, strawberries on top
Lick it don't stop
Keep the doe locked
Don't knock while the boat rock n go-bots n
Robots or they got to wait till the show stop
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
Lick up your thighs and call me pac man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The rock to the park to point to the flat lands
That man named Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
Or 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 they tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend no 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 backstage 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
Running the train when it's hot or when it's cold out
How 'bout in the library on top of the 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 thang
What's my name, what's my name, what's my name in the sauna, ja'causezi
In the back row at the movies
You can stratch my back and rule me
You can push me or 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 fogged 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 twerked
Legs jerk, over worked, under paid, don't be afraid
In the sun or in the shade
On the top of my esclade
Maybe your girl and my friends can trade
Tag team off the rope on the ocean or in the boat factories, or up unda spokes
What 'bout in the candy stoe that chocolate chocolate make it melt
Whips and chains, handcuffs
Smack a lil booty up with my belt,
Scream help play my game
Dracula I'll get my fangs
Horse back I'll get my reigns
School teacher let me get my grades
Chorus
Repeat 4x