Spice 1

Spice 1 - Behind Closed Doors lyrics

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[Verse 1] 

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 x2]
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Language: English

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