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Karaokê What's Your Fantasy - Ludacris & Shawnna

Esta música é uma versão de What's Your Fantasy, popularizada por Ludacris
feat. Shawnna

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 70 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Solm

Duração: 04:36 - Visualizar: 01:21

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Ano de lançamento: 2000
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Compositor: Chris Bridges, Shondrae Crawford

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Letra What's Your Fantasy

Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Give it to me now
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know
Uh what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Uh, uh
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like it in the club we can do it In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top lick it don't stop
Keep the door locked don't knock while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they got to wait 'till the show stop
Or how about on the beach with black sand
Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
That man named Ludacris in the public bathroom or the back of the classroom
How ever you want it lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon
See I cast 'em and I passed 'em
Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and outlast 'em and if it ain't good then I trash 'em
While you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free and they tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof, roof
Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Uh, I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candles lit you give it up 'till they go out
Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert 'cos you know it got sold out
A red carpet dick it just roll out
Go ahead and scream you can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain running the train when it's hot or when it's cold out
How about up in the library on top of books but you can't be too loud
You wanna make a brother beg for it
Give me TLC 'cos you know I be too proud
We can do it in the White House
Try to make them turn the lights out
Champagne with my campaign
Let me do the damn thing
What's my name
What's my name
What's my name
A sauna, a jacuzzi in the back row at the movie
You can scratch my back and rule me
You can push me and just pull me
On hay in the middle of the barn rose petals on the silk sheets
Eating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off of her feet
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Ah ah
I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up
That's the way you like to fuck
Clogged up, fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt
Rough sex, make it hurt in the garden all in the dirt
Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way that I like it, twerk
Legs jerk, overworked underpaid, but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my Escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade
Tag team, off the ropes on the ocean or in the boat
Factories or one hundred spokes
What about up in the candy store with that chocolate chocolate make it melt
Whips and chains, handcuffs
Smack a little booty up with my belt
Scream help
Play my game
Dracula, man, I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reins
School teacher let me get my brains
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna
Ah ah, you make it so good
I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

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