Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Behind Closed Doors, artist - Spice 1. Album song The Ridah, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.06.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Behind Closed Doors |
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 |
We can do it all, behind closed doors |
Behind closed doors |
Just turn off the lights, and I’m all yours |
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 |
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 |