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Fantassy Lyricsby Ludacris Buy album CD: Other Songs ACT - MA 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 Chorus: Ludacris & Shawna (repeat 2x) 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 floor Then I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kno kno kno know wha what's your fan-ta-ta-sy Ludacris: I wanna get in the Georgia dome on the fifty yard line When the dirty birds kick fo' three And if you like it in the club we can do it In the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP Whip- 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 How 'bout on the beach with black sand Lick up your thighs and call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The rock to the park to the point to the flat lands That man named Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom Or in the back of a classroom However you want it Luva Luva gonna tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I pass 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em And if it ain't good, then I trash 'em, while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free And tell me what they fantasy like up on the roof, roof, tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me Chorus: Ludacris: 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 of the Ludacris concert 'Cause you know it got sold out Or red carpet dick could just roll out Go 'head and scream, you can't hold out We can do it in the pouring rain Runnin' the train, when it's hot or when it's cold out How 'bout 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 Champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing What's my name, what's my name, what's my name, Aww the sauna, jacuzzi In the back row at the movie You can scratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me On hay in the middle of the barn (woo), rose pedals on the silk sheets, uh Eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet Chorus: Ludacris: 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 Ruff sex , make it hurt In the garden,all in the dirt Roll around, Georgia Brown, that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, over worked, under-paid, 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 rope, on the ocean or in the boat Factories, or on hundred spokes What 'bout up in the candy sto', that chocolate chocolate, make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up, with my belt Scream HELP, play my game Dracula man I'll get my fangs, horse back and I'll get my reins School teacher let me get my brains Chorus (repeat 4x):
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