Paroles What's Your Fantasy (Ludacris Cover) de Travis Morrison

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Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Give it to me now

Yeah
Yeah

Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Give it to me now

Yeah
Yeah

(Chorus)

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 the floor
And I gotta - ahh ahh
You make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta
Kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fanta-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 the floor
And I gotta - ahh ahh
You make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta
Kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fanta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
Where the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like it in the club we can do it in the DJ booth
Or the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherry, strawberries on top
Baby, don't stop
Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rocks
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stops
How 'bout on the beach with black sand
Lick up your thigh then call me Pac-Man
Table top or just do the lap dance
Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatland
That man is Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroom
Or the back of the classroom, however you want it
Lover, lover gonna tap that ass soon
See, I past 'em and I cast '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 sell 'em free
And they tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof (roof!) tell yo' boyfriend not to be mad at me

I'm gonna
Li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna
Move from the bed down to the down to the the floor
And I gotta - ahh ahh
You make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta
Kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fanta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the bath tub 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
Red carpet dick could just roll out
Go ahead and scream - you can't hold out
We can do it in the pourin' rain, under the train
When it's hot or when it's 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'll be too proud
We can do it in the White House
Try an' make 'em 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
Ahh - the sauna, jacuzzi
In the back row of the movie
You can scratch my back and rule me
You can push me and just pull me
Like hay in the middle of the barn
Or rose pedals on silk sheets
Eating fresh fruits, sweep your girl right off her f-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 the floor
And I gotta - ahh ahh
You make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta
Kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fanta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up
That's the way you like to - ahh
Fogged up, clog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt
Rough sex, make her hurt
In the garden, all in the dirt
Roll around Georgia Brown
That's the way that I like to twerk
Legs jerked, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade
On the top of my Escalade
Maybe my friend and your girl could trade
Tag team, off the ropes
Factories or a hundred spokes
In the ocean or on the boat
How 'bout 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, I'm gonna get my fangs
Bareback, I'm gonna get my reigns
School teacher,

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