| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |