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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.. |
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[Chorus: Ludacris, then Shawna *2X*] |
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes |
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' |
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Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave |
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But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy |
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[Ludacris] |
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I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line |
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While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree |
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And if you like in the club we can do it |
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In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P. |
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Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top |
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Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked don't knock while the boat rock |
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We go-bots and robots so they gotta 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 thigh then call me the 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 Flatlands |
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That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom |
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Or in back of a classroom |
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How ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon |
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See I cast 'em and I past '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 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 the tell me what they fantasy |
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Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me |
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[Chorus] |
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[Ludacris] |
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I wanna get you in the bath tub |
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With the candle lit you give it up till 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 I 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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Tryna 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 a sauna, jacuzzi |
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In the back row at the movie |
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You can stratch my back and rule me |
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You can push me or just pull me |
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On hay in middle of the barn (woo) 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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[Chorus] |
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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, clogged up fog alert |
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Rip the pants and rip the shirt, 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, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid |
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In the sun or up in the shade |
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On the top of my escalade |
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Maybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes! |
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On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes! |
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What about up in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt |
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Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt |
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Scream help play my game; dracula man I'll get my fangs |
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Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my grades |