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She call me on the phone breathin and moanin |
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I'm seein phone call, sayin she wet, hot, and alone and |
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Baby we could corleone it and fuck till the sunrise in the mornin |
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I'm cocked strong, a gang of condoms, and I'm feelin like conan |
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Restin for ya brown skin and ya soft thick thighs |
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I'm on the freeway wit a hard dick doing 125 |
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Keep it hot baby, rub it if it start gettin cold |
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So much passion, love it when you stay in that mode |
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I was knockin on the door fore she hung up the phone |
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She opened it up, grabbed me by my collar, And it was on |
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We did some hardcore fuckin, dead in the eyes |
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As I got front and back and side to side |
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Lift yo legs up baby, throw 'em over my shoulder |
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Wrap the dog shit, let you see the range on my rover |
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Take a ride through ya sugar walls hittin them corners |
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You in bed wit a felon tonight behind closed doors |
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[Chorus] |
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We can do it all, behind closed doors |
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Behind closed doors |
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Just turn off the lights, and I'm all yours |
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[Verse 2] |
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Up against the wall, rubbin yo thighs, Lickin yo neck |
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As we embrace, face to face, tongue kissin, passionate sex |
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In them dark rooms, fuckin by the light of the moon |
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Blowin circles wit c-c-chronic smoke caressin ya womb |
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Whisperin in ya ear while I hit it slow from the back |
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Moanin cause she knowin how deep I'm bout to go in the crack |
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Gettin silly sometimes, in the morning when I awaken |
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Tryin to hit it from the back while she cookin eggs and bacon |
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Had to reinforce the frame cause the bed keep breakin |
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It's like an inch of the room, the whole room be shakin |
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Fixin to start a fire, moan if you wanna |
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Cause baby if ya body got curves, I'm hittin corners |
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Wit my thug thing wrapped between ya peaches and cream |
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Pull up to ya bumper in my black limosine |
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Triple X like a magazine, we put on a show |
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The only audience is me and you behind closed doors |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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My objective is to get you more wet like champagne |
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Bed bump against the wall, neighbors call and complain |
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Boxers, shorts, sling shots, Still got on my socks |
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Now we naked playin twister, drinkin Hennessy shots |
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Bout the ring around the bed baby, just you and me |
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We can go a couple of rounds wit no referee |
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Behind closed doors, body soft like marshmallows |
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Fixin the pillow, black thong, black stilletto |
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Take old bennie, still look like a cattage grill |
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Talkin to her friend, she tellin I'm daddy's ill |
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Never shout wit ya bomb-ass beautiful body |
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Potential to put a nigga to sleep like a hot toddy |
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No corns on ya feet, I can see through ya sandals |
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Baby let's do it like animals on discovery channel |
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Behind closed doors |
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[Chorus] - 2X |