What's Your Fantasy
Ludacris f/ Shawnna

Intro:
(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

Chorus:
(Ludacris)
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from yo head to your toes
An' I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the to the flo'
An' I wanna ah-ah
You make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-what's yo fan-ta-ta-sy
(Shawnna repeats)

Verse 1:
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome
On the fifty yard line while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth
Or in the back of the V.I.P.
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 gobots and robots so they gotta wait 'til 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 Ludacris , whoo
In the public bathroom
Or in back of the classroom
However you want it
Lover lover gon' 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 let 'em free
And they tell me what's they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof
Tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me

Chorus

Verse 2:
I wanna get you in the bath tub wit the candle 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 dick, it just roll out
Gon' 'head and scream
You can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Runnin' the train when it's hot or cold out
How 'bout 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
Tryna make them turn the lights out
Champaign with my campaign
Let me do the damn thing
What's my name, what's my name, what's my name
Ah, the sauna, jacuzzi
In the back row at the movie
You can scratch my back and rule me
You can push me an' just pull me
On hay in middle of the barn, whoo
Or rose pedals on the silk sheets ,uh
Eatin' fresh fruits
Sweep yo woman right off of her feet

Chorus

Verse 3:
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 jerked, overworked
Underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade
On the top of my Escalade
Maybe yo girl and my friend can trade
Tag team off the rope
On the ocean or in the boat
Factories or on hundred spokes
What 'bout in the candy sto'
That chocolate chocolate make it melt
Whips and chains, handcuffs
Smack a little bootie up wit my belt
Scream help
Play my game
Dracula, man I'll get my fangs
Horse back an' I'll get my reigns
School teacher let me get my grades

Chorus