| She call me on the phone breathin and moanin | |
| I'm seein phone call, sayin she wet, hot, and alone and | |
| Baby we could corleone it and fuck till the sunrise in the mornin | |
| I'm cocked strong, a gang of condoms, and I'm feelin like conan | |
| Restin for ya brown skin and ya soft thick thighs | |
| I'm 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 I'm 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 I'm 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 | |
| It's 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, I'm 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 I'm daddy's 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 let's do it like animals on discovery channel | |
| Behind closed doors | |
| [Chorus] - 2X |
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