Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep The Heels On, artist - Prodigy. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Song language: English
Keep The Heels On |
| Yeah, yeah |
| You got that body body |
| Right now I’m going at you |
| Later I’m tryna splack you |
| Keep your heels on, keep them heels on |
| Take them clothes off but keep your heels on |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Girl, I wanna make you cry |
| I wanna make you scream |
| I wanna make you sweat |
| Make you wet when you dream |
| Pick you up at lunch so we could do the backseat |
| Can’t concentrate at work, you thinkin' 'bout P |
| Killin' it, tip drillin' it, I’m spillin' it |
| All over the place, that milk, got her feelin' it |
| Your man never made your body shake like that |
| Bet he don’t know his girl make her face like that |
| Offa long dick, hock spit in her ass crack |
| While I long dickeded it, yeah, from the back, uh |
| Honey’s sophisticated, mommy raised her like a lady |
| Bet every woman got a freak inside 'em going crazy |
| Only way to pop it off, you hit 'em with the proper talk |
| They put they guard down and give a nigga what we want |
| Roll a blunt, pour a drink, nigga, get the buzz going |
| Keep 'em talking, don’t let 'em think for a moment |
| Turn the music up, lights down, we gon' fuck right now |
| Start sucking they tits, and push they head right down |
| Sloppy face diva catch a breather 'cause her jaw hurt |
| Then you lay 'em back with their legs on your shoulders |
| And dig deep, get up in they stomach how they want it |
| It ain’t no fallin' short, naw nigga, keep it comin', ay |
| Say say baby baby, you got that body body |
| You got that face that make me wanna kick it like karate |
| Right now I’m going at you |
| Later I’m tryna splack you |
| And while we pop it off, you can keep your heels on |
| Keep your heels on, keep your heels on |
| Take them clothes off but keep the heels on |
| Keep your heels on, keep them heels on |
| (Ayo P, tell 'em how we like the fatties) |
| Poking out the waist in Jimmy Choo’s |
| Charles David boots, bumps with the pumps |
| We like the girls with the ass you could lean on |
| Fatty you could sleep on, her shit is like a pillow |
| Nice feet, toes curl when you hit her |
| Dig her nails in my back, talkin' 'bout I’m tryna kill her |
| Grab the sheets like she being raped, but she want it nigga |
| Let’s have phone sex, yeah, I talk dirty |
| So when you see me in the flesh we can skip the flirtin' |
| And get right to squirtin', make our own pornography |
| And let the tape leak on the street, that’s real nasty |
| Fuckin' like jungle bunnies, show you 'bout that black sweat |
| That boy Prince, P got that king dick |
| Representing Queens, she was raised in Brooklyn |
| I got her crossing over that bridge, she lookin' lookin' |
| For one more taste, we get it bungie jumping |
| I got the bungie cords, Magnums, extra large |
| Say say baby baby, you got that body body |
| You got that face that make me wanna kick it like karate |
| Right now I’m going at you |
| Later I’m tryna splack you |
| And while we pop it off, you can keep your heels on |
| Keep your heels on, keep your heels on |
| Take them clothes off but keep the heels on |
| Keep your heels on, keep them heels on |
| I wanna see you naked with them high heels on |
| Some of the tenants claim to have heard noises coming from this room |
| Like someone on a rampage |