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    Behind Closed Doors

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Verse 1]
    She call me on the phone breathin and moanin
    Im seein phone call, sayin she wet, hot, and alone and
    Baby we could corleone it and fuck till the sunrise in the mornin
    Im cocked strong, a gang of condoms, and Im feelin like conan
    Restin for ya brown skin and ya soft thick thighs
    Im on the freeway wit a hard dick doing 125
    Keep it hot baby, rub it if it start gettin cold
    So much passion, love it when you stay in that mode
    I was knockin on the door fore she hung up the phone
    She opened it up, grabbed me by my collar, And it was on
    We did some hardcore fuckin, dead in the eyes
    As I got front and back and side to side
    Lift yo legs up baby, throw em over my shoulder
    Wrap the dog shit, let you see the range on my rover
    Take a ride through ya sugar walls hittin them corners
    You in bed wit a felon tonight behind closed doors
    [Chorus]
    We can do it all, behind closed doors
    Behind closed doors
    Just turn off the lights, and Im all yours
    [Verse 2]
    Up against the wall, rubbin yo thighs, Lickin yo neck
    As we embrace, face to face, tongue kissin, passionate sex
    In them dark rooms, fuckin by the light of the moon
    Blowin circles wit c-c-chronic smoke caressin ya womb
    Whisperin in ya ear while I hit it slow from the back
    Moanin cause she knowin how deep Im bout to go in the crack
    Gettin silly sometimes, in the morning when I awaken
    Tryin to hit it from the back while she cookin eggs and bacon
    Had to reinforce the frame cause the bed keep breakin
    Its like an inch of the room, the whole room be shakin
    Fixin to start a fire, moan if you wanna
    Cause baby if ya body got curves, Im hittin corners
    Wit my thug thing wrapped between ya peaches and cream
    Pull up to ya bumper in my black limosine
    Triple X like a magazine, we put on a show
    The only audience is me and you behind closed doors
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
    My objective is to get you more wet like champagne
    Bed bump against the wall, neighbors call and complain
    Boxers, shorts, sling shots, Still got on my socks
    Now we naked playin twister, drinkin Hennessy shots
    Bout the ring around the bed baby, just you and me
    We can go a couple of rounds wit no referee
    Behind closed doors, body soft like marshmallows
    Fixin the pillow, black thong, black stilletto
    Take old bennie, still look like a cattage grill
    Talkin to her friend, she tellin Im daddys ill
    Never shout wit ya bomb-ass beautiful body
    Potential to put a nigga to sleep like a hot toddy
    No corns on ya feet, I can see through ya sandals
    Baby lets do it like animals on discovery channel
    Behind closed doors
    [Chorus x2]
    [ Behind Closed Doors Lyrics ]
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