Listen to What's Your Fantasy (feat. Shawnna) by Ludacris

What's Your Fantasy (feat. Shawnna)

Ludacris

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Shawnna
Shawnna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Producer

Lyrics

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, "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 flo' 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 get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50-yard line While the Dirty Birds kick for tree And if you like it 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 about on the beach with black sand? Lick up your thigh, then call me the Pac-Man Tabletop 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 a classroom However 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 it ain't good, then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And they tell me what's 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, "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 flo' 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 get you in the bathtub 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 Gon' '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 about 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 Try to make 'em 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? 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 the middle of the barn Rose petals on the silk sheets Eating fresh fruit, sweep your woman right off of 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, "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 flo' 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 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 hunnid spokes! What about up in the candy store? That chocolate, chocolate, make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs Smack her 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, "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 flo' 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 flo' 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 flo' 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?
Writer(s): Christopher Bridges, Shondrae Crawford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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