Lyrics:
to the to the floor
I wanna ah ah I make it so good you don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know what's your fan-ta-sy
[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the bath tub
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Ludacris, when it's just you and me
What that mean girl? What's your hmmm?
F-Fantasy
What that mean girl? What's your hmmm?
F-Fantasy
What that mean girl?
One sure shot way to get them out of them pants
Take note to the brand new dance
Like this
[Chorus: Ludacris + Shawnna]
[Ludacris]
Go on with your big
'em
And if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
And the tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof tell your
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They think I'm Ludacris, but I ain't Chris Bridges
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They
times, but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
Ah, ah, what's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers
[Intro]
This song is rated M for mature!
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Yeah, press the start button (woo!)
Tell these hoes to press the start button (what
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
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
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 win or to lose…
Choose your fantasy
Choose your fantasy, n****
Choose your fantasy
Choose your fantasy, n****
Choose your fantasy
N****, Choose your
Stressed out, uptight
Over worked, wound up
Unleash what you got
Let's explore your naughty side
Follow me, where we go
We don't need no bread crumbs
[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
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
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