What's Your Fantasy (feat. 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 yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ah, ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

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, ah, ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy (uh, uh)

I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty-yard line
While 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
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 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 the lap dance
The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
That man named Ludacris (woo)
In the public bathroom or in back of the classroom
However you want it, Lova Lova 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 it 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 yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ah, ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

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, ah, ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy (uh)

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 of the Ludacris concert
'Cause you know it got sold out
Or red carpet 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 when it's 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
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? Uh
The 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 (woo)
Rose petals on the silk sheets, uh
Eatin' fresh fruit, sweep yo' woman right off her feet

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, ah, ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

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, ah, ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy (uh, ayy)

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 that I like it, twerked
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 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 yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ah, ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

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, ah, ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy