I Wanna Lick You From Your Head To Your Toes Song Lyrics


I Wanna Lick You From Your Head To Your Toes Song Lyrics By Christopher Bridges. Main song words are 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.

I Wanna Lick You From Your Head To Your Toes Song Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahGive it to me now, give it to me nowGive it to me now, give it to me nowYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahGive it to me now, give it to me nowGive it to me now

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’Then I wanna, “Ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveBut 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 toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’Then I wanna, “Ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveBut I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what’s your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50-yard lineWhile the Dirty Birds kick for t’reeAnd if you like in the club, we can do itIn the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.PWhipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don’t stopKeep the door locked, don’t knock while the boat rockWe go-bots and robots, so they got to wait til the show stopOr how about on the beach with black sand?Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac ManTable top or just give me a lap danceThe Rock to the Park to the Point to the FlatlandsThat man Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroomOr in back of the classroomHow ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that as soonSee I cast ’em and I passed ’emGet a tight grip and I grasp ’emI flash ’em and outlast ’emAnd if ain’t good then I trash ’emWhile you stash ’em, I’ll let ’em freeAnd they tell me what they fantasyLike up on the roof, roofTell your boyfriend not to be mad at me!

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’Then I wanna, “Ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveBut 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 toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’Then I wanna, “Ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveBut I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what’s your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna get you in the bath tubWith the candles lit; you give it up ’til they go outOr we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert‘Cause you know it got sold out!A red carpet d it just roll outGo ahead and scream, you can’t hold outWe can do it in the pouring rainRunning the train, when it’s hot or when it’s cold outHow about in the library on top of books?But you can’t be too loud!You wanna make a brother beg for itGive me TLC ’cause you know I be too proudWe can do it in the White HouseTry to make them turn the lights outChampagne with my campaignLet me do the damn thingWhat’s my name, what’s my name, what’s my name?A sauna, jacuzzi, in the back row at the movieYou can scratch my back and rule meYou can push me and just pull meOn hay in middle of the barnRose petals on the silk sheetsEating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off her feet

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’Then I wanna, “Ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveBut 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 toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’Then I wanna, “Ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveBut I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what’s your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna get you in the back seat, windows upThat’s the way you like to fClogged up, fog alertRip the pants and rip the shirtRough s: make it hurtIn the garden all in the dirtRoll around Georgia Brown: that’s the way I like it, twerkLegs jerk, overworkedUnderpaid, but don’t be afraidIn the sun or up in the shadeOn the top of my EscaladeMaybe your girl and my friend can tradeTag team, off the ropes!On the ocean or in the boat!Factories or one hundred spokes!What about up in the candy store?That chocolate, chocolate make it meltWhips and chains, handcuffsSmack a little booty up with my beltScream “help!” Play my game!Dracula, man, I’ll get my fangsHorseback and I’ll get my reinsSchool teacher, let me get my brains

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’Then I wanna, “Ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveBut 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 toesAnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’Then I wanna, “Ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveBut I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what’s your fan-ta-ta-sy?

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