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Lyricist: Ludacris
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 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' Tabletop or just give me a 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 the classroom How ever you want it, Lova Lova 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 'til 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? 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, uh Eating fresh fruit, sweep your woman right off 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 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
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?
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