Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Give it to me now, give it to me now
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Give it to me now, give it to me now
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Give it to me now, give it to me now
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Give it to me now
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
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Then I wanna, «Ahh ahh,» you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
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But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
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Then I wanna, «Ahh ahh,» you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
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But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
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I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50-yard line
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While the Dirty Birds kick for t’ree
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And if you like in the club, we can do it
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In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P
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Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don’t stop
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Keep the door locked, don’t knock while the boat rock
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We go-bots and robots, so they got to wait til the show stop
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Or how about on the beach with black sand?
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Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
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Table top or just give me a lap dance
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The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
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That man Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroom
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Or in back of the classroom
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How ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon
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See I cast 'em and I passed 'em
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Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
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I flash 'em and outlast 'em
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And if ain’t good then I trash 'em
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While you stash 'em, I’ll let 'em free
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And they tell me what they fantasy
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Like up on the roof, roof
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Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me!
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
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Then I wanna, «Ahh ahh,» you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
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But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
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Then I wanna, «Ahh ahh,» you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
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But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
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I wanna get you in the bath tub
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With the candles lit; |
you give it up 'til they go out
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Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert
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'Cause you know it got sold out!
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A red carpet dick it just roll out
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Go ahead and scream, you can’t hold out
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We can do it in the pouring rain
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Running the train, when it’s hot or when it’s cold out
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How about in the library on top of books?
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But you can’t be too loud!
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You wanna make a brother beg for it
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Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
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We can do it in the White House
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Try to make them turn the lights out
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Champagne with my campaign
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Let me do the damn thing
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What’s my name, what’s my name, what’s my name?
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A sauna, jacuzzi, in the back row at the movie
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You can scratch my back and rule me
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You can push me and just pull me
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On hay in middle of the barn
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Rose petals on the silk sheets
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Eating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off her feet
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
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Then I wanna, «Ahh ahh,» you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
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But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
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Then I wanna, «Ahh ahh,» you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
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But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
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I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up
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That’s the way you like to fuck
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Clogged up, fog alert
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Rip the pants and rip the shirt
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Rough sex: make it hurt
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In the garden all in the dirt
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Roll around Georgia Brown: that’s the way I like it, twerk
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Legs jerk, overworked
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Underpaid, but don’t be afraid
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In the sun or up in the shade
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On the top of my Escalade
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Maybe your girl and my friend can trade
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Tag team, off the ropes!
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On the ocean or in the boat!
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Factories or one hundred spokes!
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What about up in the candy store?
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That chocolate, chocolate make it melt
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Whips and chains, handcuffs
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Smack a little booty up with my belt
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Scream «help!» |
Play my game!
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Dracula, man, I’ll get my fangs
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Horseback and I’ll get my reins
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School teacher, let me get my brains
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
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Then I wanna, «Ahh ahh,» you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
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But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
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I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
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And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
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Then I wanna, «Ahh ahh,» you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
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But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? |