Текст песни: Ludacris - What`s Ur 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’t want to leave



But I got to know what’s 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’t want to leave



But I got to know what’s your fantasy







(Verse 1)







You know what I need



Somebody who can come and lick the clit



And a nigga who ain’t thinking about a Trina LP



And I’ll 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’m a bad bitch



And I’m 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’s on the side



But it’s O.K.



We gon break somethin tonight



Ohh see get on your knees and I’ll show you



What my fantasy



Like up in the coupe coupe



Tell yo bitch she ain’t 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’t want to leave



But I got to know what’s 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’m 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’t fuck



Burner on his chest



36 D’s



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’m gonna knock them socks off



College dorm



Sneak in



Fly em out for the weekend



College park after dark



It’s 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’s



Que no Te gusta



It’s not what they use to



As Shanna Shanna



Make it wet



Ludacris and I’ll make em sweat



Then I’ll pass em a cigarette

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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’t want to leave



But I got to know what’s 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’t want to leave



But I got to know what’s your fantasy







(Verse 1)







You know what I need



Somebody who can come and lick the clit



And a nigga who ain’t thinking about a Trina LP



And I’ll 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’m a bad bitch



And I’m 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’s on the side



But it’s O.K.



We gon break somethin tonight



Ohh see get on your knees and I’ll show you



What my fantasy



Like up in the coupe coupe



Tell yo bitch she ain’t 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’t want to leave



But I got to know what’s 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’m 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’t fuck



Burner on his chest



36 D’s



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’m gonna knock them socks off



College dorm



Sneak in



Fly em out for the weekend



College park after dark



It’s 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’s



Que no Te gusta



It’s not what they use to



As Shanna Shanna



Make it wet



Ludacris and I’ll make em sweat



Then I’ll pass em a cigarette

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