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Ludacris: |
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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Give it to me now, give it to me now |
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Give it to me now, give it to me now |
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Shawna: |
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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Give it to me now, give it to me now |
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Give it to me now, give it to me now |
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Chorus: |
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Ludacris & Shawna (repeat 2x) |
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I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes |
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And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the floor |
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I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave |
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But I got le le let me now kno kno know what's your fan-ta-sy |
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Ludacris: |
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I wanna get in th Georgia dome on the fifty yard line |
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When the dirty birds kick fo' three |
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And if you like it in the club we can do it |
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In the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP |
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Whip- cream with cherries and strawberries on top |
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Lick it don't stop |
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With the dow lock |
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While the boat rock we go buy |
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Robots or they got to wait 'til the show stop |
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Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand |
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Lick up your thighs and call me Pac Man |
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Table top or just give me a lap dance |
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The rock to the park to the point to the flat lands |
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That man named Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom |
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Or in the back of a classroom |
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However you want it lover lover, gonna tap that ass some |
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See I cast 'em and I pass 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em |
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I flash 'em and out last 'em |
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And if it ain't good, then I trash 'em, while you stash 'em |
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I'll let 'em free |
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And tell me what they fantasy |
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like up on the roof, roof, tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me |
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Ludacris: |
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I wanna get you in the bath tub |
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With the candles lit, you give it up, 'til they go out |
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Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert |
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'Cause you know it got sold out |
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Or red carpet dick could just roll out |
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Go 'head and scream, you can't hold out |
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We can do it in the pouring rain |
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Runnin' the train, when it's hot or cold out |
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How 'bout in the library on top of books |
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But you can't be too loud |
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You wanna make a brother beg for it |
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Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud |
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We can do it in the white house |
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try to make them turn the lights out |
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Champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing |
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What's my name, what's my name, what's my name, |
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Aww the sauna, jacuzzi |
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In the back row at the movie |
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You can scratch my back and rule me |
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You can push me or just pull me |
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On hay in the middle of the barn (woo), |
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rose pedals on the silk sheets, uh |
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Eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet |
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Ludacris: |
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I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up |
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That's the way, you like to fuck |
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Fogged up, fog alert |
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Rip the pants and rip the shirt |
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Ruff sex, make it hurt |
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In the garden, all in the dirt |
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Roll around, Georgia Brown, that's the way I like it twerk |
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Legs jerk, over worked, under-paid, don't be afraid |
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In the sun or in the shade |
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On the top of my Escalade |
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Maybe your girl and my friends can trade |
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Tag team, off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat |
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Factories, or hundred spokes |
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What 'bout in the candy sto', that chocolate chocolate, make it melt |
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Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up, with my belt |
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Scream HELP, play my game |
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Dracula and I'll get my fangs, horse back, I'll get my reins |
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School teacher let me get my grades |
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Chorus (repeat 4x): |
