Bangladesh - What's Your Fantasy? lyrics

[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 [Shawna] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now (etc.) [Hook - Ludacris, then Shawna] 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, "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? [Verse 1 - Ludacris] I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50 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 go-bots and robots, so they got to wait til the show stop Or how about on the beach with black sand? Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroom Or in back of the cla**room How ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that a** soon See I cast em and I pa**ed em Get a tight grip and I grasp em I flash em and outlast em And if 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! [Hook] [Verse 2 - Ludacris] 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 at the Ludacris concert Cause you know it got sold out! A red carpet dick it just roll out Go ahead 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 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? A 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 Rose petals on the silk sheets Eating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off her feet [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ludacris] I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up That's the way you like to f** Clogged up, fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt Rough s**: make it hurt In the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown: that's the way I like it, twerk 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 one 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