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Give it to me now Give it to me now Give it to me now Give it to me now Yeah Yeah Give it to me now Give it to me now Give it to me now Give it to me now Yeah Yeah (Chorus) 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 the floor And I gotta - ahh ahh You make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta Kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fanta-ta-sy Letras de canciones 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 the floor And I gotta - ahh ahh You make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta Kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fanta-ta-sy I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line Where the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like it in the club we can do it in the DJ booth Or the back of the V.I.P. Whipped cream with cherry, strawberries on top Baby, don't stop Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rocks We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stops How 'bout on the beach with black sand Lick up your thigh then call me Pac-Man Table top or just do the lap dance Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatland That man is Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroom Or the back of the classroom, however you want it Lover, lover gonna tap that ass soon See, I past 'em and I cast '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 sell 'em free And they tell me what they fantasy Like up on the roof (roof!) tell yo' boyfriend not to be mad at me I'm gonna Li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna Move from the bed down to the down to the the floor And I gotta - ahh ahh You make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta Kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fanta-ta-sy I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candles lit You give it up 'til they go out Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert 'Cause you know it got sold out Red carpet dick could just roll out Go ahead and scream - you can't hold out We can do it in the pourin' rain, under the train When it's hot or when it's cold out How 'bout 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, 'cause you know I'll be too proud We can do it in the White House Try an' make 'em turn the lights out Champaign with my campaign Let me do the damn thing What's my name What's my name What's my name Ahh - the sauna, jacuzzi In the back row of the movie You can scratch my back and rule me You can push me and just pull me Like hay in the middle of the barn Or rose pedals on silk sheets Eating fresh fruits, sweep your girl right off her f-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 the floor And I gotta - ahh ahh You make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta Kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fanta-ta-sy I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up That's the way you like to - ahh Fogged up, clog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt Rough sex, make her hurt In the garden, all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown That's the way that I like to twerk Legs jerked, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade On the top of my Escalade Maybe my friend and your girl could trade Tag team, off the ropes Factories or a hundred spokes In the ocean or on the boat How 'bout up in the candy store That chocolate chocolate, make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs Smack a little booty up with my belt Scream "help!" Play my game Dracula, I'm gonna get my fangs Bareback, I'm gonna get my reigns School teacher, From Letras Mania