What's Your Fantasy Lyrics
| Song | What's Your Fantasy |
| Artist | Ludacris |
| Album | 30 Jahre Hip Hop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Hook) | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| You know what I need | |
| Somebody who can come and lick the clit | |
| And a nigga who ain thinking about a Trina LP | |
| And Il bet who gonna get my shit | |
| Who can go from a fly S Jetta | |
| To a coupe Deville | |
| Hotel telly ho or the Beverly Hills | |
| A real nigga not the regular meals | |
| Coming straight in make me shoot to kill | |
| From the kitchen you can moon me | |
| To the Jacuzzi and knock the booty | |
| Come and do your duty | |
| Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie | |
| Butt naked in the bed | |
| Cash | |
| Make ya studda when you bang my ass | |
| Damn baby let my ride | |
| Shit thing of the past | |
| Bye bye | |
| Cause I a bad bitch | |
| And I up to this | |
| Having sex in private jets | |
| Menage e trois | |
| Getting buck wild no matter where we are | |
| Indy 500 in the back of the car | |
| In a dark ass tunnel | |
| In the back of the bar | |
| Never walk never ever wanna leave | |
| Work wit me like the league over seas | |
| I want a man to fulfill my needs | |
| Keep my body trimblin | |
| And buckle my knees | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| I wanna do it in a Canopy | |
| I wanna do it where your girl gonna see it | |
| And get mad at me | |
| I wanna nigga that a grab the wheeve | |
| And turn my eyes Chinese | |
| Tell me baby can you handle me | |
| I wanna do it all in ya mouth | |
| Fenna pull the ass out | |
| Make ya bounce til you pass out | |
| Or we could cut up in the grass | |
| And give the neighbors a flash | |
| Can you tell me who the bad muthafucka now | |
| Said I wanna take, take, take, take a nigga back to the crib | |
| And I wanna do all the things, do all the things that I never did | |
| Like on the top, top, top, top of the projects getting head | |
| Or you can find me in the drop, drop, drop, drop on dubs | |
| In the candy red | |
| I like a nigga when he faced down mouth wide | |
| Polo down wit them blades on the ride | |
| Keeping a pound wit them K on the side | |
| But it O.K. | |
| We gon break somethin tonight | |
| Ohh see get on your knees and Il show you | |
| What my fantasy | |
| Like up in the coupe coupe | |
| Tell yo bitch she ain got to be mad at me | |
| (Hook) | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| You gotta lick me from my ass to my clit | |
| And you gotta suck the pussy while I sit on ya dick | |
| And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff | |
| Rubba dub up on my tits | |
| While I nut on your lips | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| I a B.K. bitch | |
| Love to ride dick | |
| Ass in his face | |
| Cock spread out | |
| Nigga uptown | |
| Nigga down south | |
| Same ol shit | |
| Bust in his mouth | |
| F.O.X. call me rough sex | |
| Like it when a bitch get right on a X | |
| Get it | |
| Right on X | |
| Fuck em check | |
| Right to the next | |
| Bitches go right | |
| Fox right to the left | |
| Nigga can fuck | |
| Burner on his chest | |
| 36 D | |
| Prada on the breast fast | |
| Send em home Na NA on the breath | |
| Three mil still B.K. to the death | |
| Still pose naked | |
| Still specialize on sittin on niggaz faces | |
| Pop magnums by the cases (X5) | |
| Bitch still spend big faces | |
| Big round brown hold first places | |
| You know what you can do nigga | |
| You could lick me from my ass to my clit | |
| And ruba dub up on my tits | |
| While I nut on your lips | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Verse 4) | |
| I wanna get you in the bedroom all alone | |
| While your boyfriend is on the phone | |
| Hold ya mouth and he can here ya moan | |
| Tell ya man that his girl is grown | |
| Kitchen counter | |
| Neighbors look | |
| This the way she like to cook | |
| Blind fold hot sauce | |
| I gonna knock them socks off | |
| College dorm | |
| Sneak in | |
| Fly em out for the weekend | |
| College park after dark | |
| It a whole lot of freakin | |
| Elevator | |
| Man stop that shit | |
| Range Rover | |
| Man drop that shit | |
| Dressing room man block that shit | |
| Head board | |
| Man knock that shit | |
| Me and Trina in the Beamer | |
| We got the Karma Sutra | |
| Dame?cocha | |
| Y no me diga | |
| Que no Te gusta | |
| It not what they use to | |
| As Shanna Shanna | |
| Make it wet | |
| Ludacris and Il make em sweat | |
| Then Il pass em a cigarette | |
| (Hook) |
| Hook | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| Verse 1 | |
| You know what I need | |
| Somebody who can come and lick the clit | |
| And a nigga who ain thinking about a Trina LP | |
| And I l bet who gonna get my shit | |
| Who can go from a fly S Jetta | |
| To a coupe Deville | |
| Hotel telly ho or the Beverly Hills | |
| A real nigga not the regular meals | |
| Coming straight in make me shoot to kill | |
| From the kitchen you can moon me | |
| To the Jacuzzi and knock the booty | |
| Come and do your duty | |
| Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie | |
| Butt naked in the bed | |
| Cash | |
| Make ya studda when you bang my ass | |
| Damn baby let my ride | |
| Shit thing of the past | |
| Bye bye | |
| Cause I a bad bitch | |
| And I up to this | |
| Having sex in private jets | |
| Menage e trois | |
| Getting buck wild no matter where we are | |
| Indy 500 in the back of the car | |
| In a dark ass tunnel | |
| In the back of the bar | |
| Never walk never ever wanna leave | |
| Work wit me like the league over seas | |
| I want a man to fulfill my needs | |
| Keep my body trimblin | |
| And buckle my knees | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I wanna do it in a Canopy | |
| I wanna do it where your girl gonna see it | |
| And get mad at me | |
| I wanna nigga that a grab the wheeve | |
| And turn my eyes Chinese | |
| Tell me baby can you handle me | |
| I wanna do it all in ya mouth | |
| Fenna pull the ass out | |
| Make ya bounce til you pass out | |
| Or we could cut up in the grass | |
| And give the neighbors a flash | |
| Can you tell me who the bad muthafucka now | |
| Said I wanna take, take, take, take a nigga back to the crib | |
| And I wanna do all the things, do all the things that I never did | |
| Like on the top, top, top, top of the projects getting head | |
| Or you can find me in the drop, drop, drop, drop on dubs | |
| In the candy red | |
| I like a nigga when he faced down mouth wide | |
| Polo down wit them blades on the ride | |
| Keeping a pound wit them K on the side | |
| But it O. K. | |
| We gon break somethin tonight | |
| Ohh see get on your knees and I l show you | |
| What my fantasy | |
| Like up in the coupe coupe | |
| Tell yo bitch she ain got to be mad at me | |
| Hook | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| You gotta lick me from my ass to my clit | |
| And you gotta suck the pussy while I sit on ya dick | |
| And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff | |
| Rubba dub up on my tits | |
| While I nut on your lips | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I a B. K. bitch | |
| Love to ride dick | |
| Ass in his face | |
| Cock spread out | |
| Nigga uptown | |
| Nigga down south | |
| Same ol shit | |
| Bust in his mouth | |
| F. O. X. call me rough sex | |
| Like it when a bitch get right on a X | |
| Get it | |
| Right on X | |
| Fuck em check | |
| Right to the next | |
| Bitches go right | |
| Fox right to the left | |
| Nigga can fuck | |
| Burner on his chest | |
| 36 D | |
| Prada on the breast fast | |
| Send em home Na NA on the breath | |
| Three mil still B. K. to the death | |
| Still pose naked | |
| Still specialize on sittin on niggaz faces | |
| Pop magnums by the cases X5 | |
| Bitch still spend big faces | |
| Big round brown hold first places | |
| You know what you can do nigga | |
| You could lick me from my ass to my clit | |
| And ruba dub up on my tits | |
| While I nut on your lips | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 4 | |
| I wanna get you in the bedroom all alone | |
| While your boyfriend is on the phone | |
| Hold ya mouth and he can here ya moan | |
| Tell ya man that his girl is grown | |
| Kitchen counter | |
| Neighbors look | |
| This the way she like to cook | |
| Blind fold hot sauce | |
| I gonna knock them socks off | |
| College dorm | |
| Sneak in | |
| Fly em out for the weekend | |
| College park after dark | |
| It a whole lot of freakin | |
| Elevator | |
| Man stop that shit | |
| Range Rover | |
| Man drop that shit | |
| Dressing room man block that shit | |
| Head board | |
| Man knock that shit | |
| Me and Trina in the Beamer | |
| We got the Karma Sutra | |
| Dame? cocha | |
| Y no me diga | |
| Que no Te gusta | |
| It not what they use to | |
| As Shanna Shanna | |
| Make it wet | |
| Ludacris and I l make em sweat | |
| Then I l pass em a cigarette | |
| Hook |
| Hook | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| Verse 1 | |
| You know what I need | |
| Somebody who can come and lick the clit | |
| And a nigga who ain thinking about a Trina LP | |
| And I l bet who gonna get my shit | |
| Who can go from a fly S Jetta | |
| To a coupe Deville | |
| Hotel telly ho or the Beverly Hills | |
| A real nigga not the regular meals | |
| Coming straight in make me shoot to kill | |
| From the kitchen you can moon me | |
| To the Jacuzzi and knock the booty | |
| Come and do your duty | |
| Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie | |
| Butt naked in the bed | |
| Cash | |
| Make ya studda when you bang my ass | |
| Damn baby let my ride | |
| Shit thing of the past | |
| Bye bye | |
| Cause I a bad bitch | |
| And I up to this | |
| Having sex in private jets | |
| Menage e trois | |
| Getting buck wild no matter where we are | |
| Indy 500 in the back of the car | |
| In a dark ass tunnel | |
| In the back of the bar | |
| Never walk never ever wanna leave | |
| Work wit me like the league over seas | |
| I want a man to fulfill my needs | |
| Keep my body trimblin | |
| And buckle my knees | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I wanna do it in a Canopy | |
| I wanna do it where your girl gonna see it | |
| And get mad at me | |
| I wanna nigga that a grab the wheeve | |
| And turn my eyes Chinese | |
| Tell me baby can you handle me | |
| I wanna do it all in ya mouth | |
| Fenna pull the ass out | |
| Make ya bounce til you pass out | |
| Or we could cut up in the grass | |
| And give the neighbors a flash | |
| Can you tell me who the bad muthafucka now | |
| Said I wanna take, take, take, take a nigga back to the crib | |
| And I wanna do all the things, do all the things that I never did | |
| Like on the top, top, top, top of the projects getting head | |
| Or you can find me in the drop, drop, drop, drop on dubs | |
| In the candy red | |
| I like a nigga when he faced down mouth wide | |
| Polo down wit them blades on the ride | |
| Keeping a pound wit them K on the side | |
| But it O. K. | |
| We gon break somethin tonight | |
| Ohh see get on your knees and I l show you | |
| What my fantasy | |
| Like up in the coupe coupe | |
| Tell yo bitch she ain got to be mad at me | |
| Hook | |
| I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes | |
| And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor | |
| And I wanna | |
| Ah Ah | |
| You make it so good I don want to leave | |
| But I got to know what your fantasy | |
| You gotta lick me from my ass to my clit | |
| And you gotta suck the pussy while I sit on ya dick | |
| And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff | |
| Rubba dub up on my tits | |
| While I nut on your lips | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I a B. K. bitch | |
| Love to ride dick | |
| Ass in his face | |
| Cock spread out | |
| Nigga uptown | |
| Nigga down south | |
| Same ol shit | |
| Bust in his mouth | |
| F. O. X. call me rough sex | |
| Like it when a bitch get right on a X | |
| Get it | |
| Right on X | |
| Fuck em check | |
| Right to the next | |
| Bitches go right | |
| Fox right to the left | |
| Nigga can fuck | |
| Burner on his chest | |
| 36 D | |
| Prada on the breast fast | |
| Send em home Na NA on the breath | |
| Three mil still B. K. to the death | |
| Still pose naked | |
| Still specialize on sittin on niggaz faces | |
| Pop magnums by the cases X5 | |
| Bitch still spend big faces | |
| Big round brown hold first places | |
| You know what you can do nigga | |
| You could lick me from my ass to my clit | |
| And ruba dub up on my tits | |
| While I nut on your lips | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 4 | |
| I wanna get you in the bedroom all alone | |
| While your boyfriend is on the phone | |
| Hold ya mouth and he can here ya moan | |
| Tell ya man that his girl is grown | |
| Kitchen counter | |
| Neighbors look | |
| This the way she like to cook | |
| Blind fold hot sauce | |
| I gonna knock them socks off | |
| College dorm | |
| Sneak in | |
| Fly em out for the weekend | |
| College park after dark | |
| It a whole lot of freakin | |
| Elevator | |
| Man stop that shit | |
| Range Rover | |
| Man drop that shit | |
| Dressing room man block that shit | |
| Head board | |
| Man knock that shit | |
| Me and Trina in the Beamer | |
| We got the Karma Sutra | |
| Dame? cocha | |
| Y no me diga | |
| Que no Te gusta | |
| It not what they use to | |
| As Shanna Shanna | |
| Make it wet | |
| Ludacris and I l make em sweat | |
| Then I l pass em a cigarette | |
| Hook |
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