What's Your Fantasy

That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up, fog alert
We can do it in the White House

Like up on the roof roof tell yo' boyfriend not to be mad at me

Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt
Eating fresh fruits sweep yo' woman right off her feet
You can stratch my back and rule me, you can push me or just pull me

Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

However you want it lover, lover gonna tap that ass soon
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
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 fifty yard line

On hay in middle of the barn, woo, rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
In the garden all in the dirt
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

While the Dirty Birds kick for tree
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
Give it to me now, give it to me now
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
Horseback and I'll get my reigns
How 'bout in the library on top of books
Factories or on hundred spokes
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

We can do it in the pouring rain
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

And if you like in the club we can do it
Go 'head and scream you can't hold out
In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade
Give it to me now
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop
'Cause you know I got sold out
Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert

Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

School teacher let me get my brains
You wanna make a brother beg for it
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
That chocolate chocolate make it melt
Tryna make them turn the lights out
See I cast 'em and I past 'em, get a tight grip and I grasp 'em

Runnin' the train when it's hot or cold out
Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
Or red carpet dick could just roll out
Table top or just give me a lap dance
But you can't be too loud
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
I flash 'em and out last 'em
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

What about up in the candy sto'
While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes

Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock
Give it to me now, give it to me now
The Rock to the Park, to the Point, to the Flatlands
Champaign with my campaign, let me do the damn thing
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes

A sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
With the candle lit you give it up till they go out
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
And the tell me what they fantasy
Tag team, off the ropes, on the ocean or in the boat
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
What's my name, what's my name, what's my name
Roll around, Georgia Brown that's the way that I like it twerk
I wanna get you in the bath tub

In the public bathroom or in back of a classroom

Scream help play my game, Dracula Man, I'll get my fangs
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'
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
That man Ludacris, woo
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
And if ain't good then I trash 'em

And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy