What's Your Fantasy

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
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'
You wanna make a brother beg for it
In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.

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

Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
Champaign with my campaign, let me do the damn thing
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
School teacher let me get my brains

But you can't be too loud
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
With the candle lit you give it up till they go out
We can do it in the White House
Runnin' the train when it's hot or cold out
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
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
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

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
Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
I flash 'em and out last 'em
And if ain't good then I trash 'em
That chocolate chocolate make it melt
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid

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'
How 'bout in the library on top of books
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Go 'head and scream you can't hold out
Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man

Give it to me now
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free
'Cause you know I got sold out
Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt

Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
In the garden all in the dirt

What's my name, what's my name, what's my name
Eating fresh fruits sweep yo' woman right off her feet
Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock
I wanna get you in the bath tub
That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up, fog alert
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
We can do it in the pouring rain
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

Or red carpet dick could just roll out
The Rock to the Park, to the Point, to the Flatlands
See I cast 'em and I past 'em, get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, 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
On hay in middle of the barn, woo, rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
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

And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop
That man Ludacris, woo
Tryna make them turn the lights out
However you want it lover, lover gonna tap that ass soon

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
In the public bathroom or in back of a classroom
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'
A sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie

Give it to me now, give it to me now
Tag team, off the ropes, on the ocean or in the boat
While the Dirty Birds kick for tree

Maybe your girl and my friend can trade
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt
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'

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
You can stratch my back and rule me, you can push me or just pull me

In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
Horseback and I'll get my reigns
Like up on the roof roof tell yo' boyfriend not to be mad at me
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
What about up in the candy sto'
Roll around, Georgia Brown that's the way that I like it twerk
And if you like in the club we can do it
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Scream help play my game, Dracula Man, I'll get my fangs
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
Factories or on hundred spokes

And the tell me what they fantasy

Table top or just give me a lap dance
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