Текст песни Ludacris - What`s Ur Fantasy
Ludacris - What`s Ur Fantasy слова песни
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