Ever wondered what happens when luxury meets secrecy? Trippie Redd and Roddy Ricch spill the beans on their clandestine escapades, blending opulence with intimacy. The duo indulges in lavish lifestyles—think mansions, designer clothes, and heart-shaped mattresses—all while exploring forbidden pleasures behind closed doors. Amidst the hedonistic haze of Perkys and Addys, they navigate a whirlwind romance that's as exhilarating as it is complicated. They flaunt their chemistry and connection but acknowledge the fleeting nature of their bond. In essence, it's a high-octane ride through love's hidden corridors, where passion meets peril and secrets are just part of the game.
Closed Doors
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I done popped a Perky, waitin' on an Addy
Got us doin' things we ain't done before
Fuckin' you in mansions, crib came with expansions
Doin' dirty things behind closed doors
I got you Dior, sike
Got you catchin' feelings, we was so tight
That pussy good, I co-sign
We both end up doin' dirty things behind closed doors
Ride it like a snow bike
Drownin' in that pussy, I'ma nosedive (yeah-yeah)
You got that shit that got no price
Diamonds drippin' on you like a cold Sprite
Heart-shaped mattress in my bedroom
Two-door coupe, ain't got no leg room
If you listenin', I'm flushin' out them ear loops
Ain't no questionin' you doin' what I say so
I'm real as they come, comin' from the slum
Gave you bigger goals and made you number one
Say you walkin' out the door, well, bitch, you better run
I'm still that nigga, baby, hotter than the sun (yeah)
I done popped a Perky, waitin' on an Addy
Got us doin' things we ain't done before
Fuckin' you in mansions, crib came with expansions
Doin' dirty things behind closed doors
I got you Dior, sike
Got you catchin' feelings, we was so tight
That pussy good, I co-sign
We both end up doin' dirty things behind closed doors
I love the way you deal with a nigga, that's so anti
Knew it was real when you got my name tatted on your backside
You love my highs and my lows in the worst way
And you make every day I wake up feel like my birthday
Every time I'm gone, I think about what I would
Do if you was here right next to me
Say, baby, you the best and it ain't no bitch impressin' me
All my old situations, rest in peace
I could look you in your face, say all your secrets safe
When we behind closed doors, I just want you to be free
I just want you to be you, meantime, I'ma be me
Shower you in love, all this water down to your feet
I done popped a Perky, waitin' on an Addy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got us doin' things we ain't done before
Fuckin' you in mansions, crib came with expansions
Doin' dirty things behind closed doors
I got you Dior, sike (uh)
Got you catchin' feelings, we was so tight (uh-huh)
That pussy good, I co-sign (uh-huh)
We both end up doin' dirty things behind closed doors
Writer(s): Aaron David Leapheart, Christopher Terrell-Fumbanks, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Gregory Lopez, Igor Mamet, Jirou Anderson Williams, Melvin Moore, Michael Lamar II White, Nicola Kollar, Puku Lupuku, Rodrick Wayne Jr. Moore, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Traci Colleen Hale, Wirlie L. Morris
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing
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