Lyrics:
what's your fan-ta-sy
[Ludacris]
I wanna get in the Georgia dome on the fifty yard line
when the dirty birds kick the tree
and if you like in the club we
closer to my house
Then you'll know what I'm talking 'bout
(I'm out the) Hood (this the remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up, hood (put 'em up,
Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin
I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
(Gotta
You make it so good, I don't want to leave
But I have to know, what, what it your fantasy?
It's random white people uncut, uncensored
And off beat
While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free
And they tell me what's they fantasy
Like up on the roof, roof
Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me
I
to see
Lay here with me
I can give you what you need (What you need)
Baby your my fantasy (Fantasy)
Tell me what you want from me (Nah nah)
Cause I can
While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free
And they tell me what's they fantasy
Like up on the roof, roof
Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me
I
with the Ying Yang Twins
Last night I fell in love with an O.G.
He crept up on me
And this what he told me
He said
This is the "Wait" remix
This
To win or to lose…
Choose your fantasy
Choose your fantasy, n****
Choose your fantasy
Choose your fantasy, n****
Choose your fantasy
N****, Choose your
baby
Lady have no fear
I'm gonna fulfill your fantasies
Just as long as you
Ooh
Sex me baby (oh yeah baby)
Lady (sex me)
Come on, come on, come
to the trees, we can vibe overseas
Something new that I've never seen
You're the best for me, living fantasy
Remix's cool, but your love's so fine
Gazing up see
[Ludacris]
Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT
I
ball slappin' cater
To your every fantasy
You got your tongue clitoris tits
And belly pierced
(All that?)
Necklace around yo' waist
Toe rings, girl
How low can you go?
Luda!
Listen, Ludacris got a remix but it gow low hold up lemme get my camera,
I wanna see Arizona, Indiana, Minasoda,
a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (bet a stack)
Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)
[Ludacris]
Let it rush through your veins, cause
sounds to me
That you have a little bit a apathy for what's important your brain stays dormant in atrophy
And You'll never master peace or ever make you
living out a millionaire's fantasy
With Phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see the fame's in exchange for the same man's sanity
Your vision
a millionaires fantasy
With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see I came and exchanged of a sane man's sanity,
Your vision jaded by the Grammy's
ball slappin' cater
To your every fantasy
You got your tongue clitoris tits
And belly pierced
(All that?)
Necklace around yo' waist
Toe rings, girl
And this what he told me
He said
This is the "Wait" remix
This is the "Wait" remix
Hey girl
This is the wait remix
'Cause you couldn't get enough
Like bam,
we get down (hey)
Remix, Dale!
Okay, shawty, what's happenin'? (happenin')
Girl let's get this thing crackin (crackin')
You just bend it on over
your time
Let me get this right (huh)
You tripping on what's in front of you
Cause you're looking behind you (yeah but I mean)
You got memories (but)
But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book
God called you a prophet
When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out
And it
for that sex me remix to pop off
You know what I'm sayin'?
Check it out, this is going to take off your clothes tip
So fellas grab your ladies and make
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