Down Low (Nobody Has To Know) (Live To Regret It Mix - Radio Version (Blame It On The Mo'))

Down low, down low

Down low, down low

Down low, down low

Down low, down low

You say you want me, but he needs you, baby

Tell me, what am I gonna do

About this freekin' threesome love affair?

If Mr. Biggs comes in and catch us, oh my goodness

He'll be freaked when lookin' at your jiggle - in the air

Something about the way you switch those hips

When you're with him, looking at me

I can't believe he trusts us like he do

Bloomingdales and all that shopping, taking trips

While I was knocking, ain't no secret

Why I'd end up loving you

Down low, down low (keep it)

Down low, down low (gotta keep it on the-)

Down low, down low (creepin' on the-)

Down low, down low (nobody has to know)

Secret lovers, undercover on the DL

Getting busy in the back of his Mercedes every night

Answers the phone when he goes home

And let him know that everything is A-OK

Oh baby, damn is getting tight

Passing blunts to one another on three-fifth street

As you reminisce and tell me what he used to do for you

You making plans to be with me while he's at home

Meet you at college, if you want me, baby, this is what we do

Down low, down low (gotta keep it on the-)

Down low, down low (creepin' on the-)

Down low, down low (gotta keep it on-)

Down low, down low

Dom Perignon is what we're sippin'

While we're trippin' on the fact that he's not here

It turns us on in every way

You say you stashed away some money for us

When you leavin', oh Lord, tell me

Will I live to see another day? (See another day-)

I tried my best to walk away but every time I think about

That sweetest love you're givin' me, I hesitate

He's out the front, I'm in the back

I locks the front, he's in the back

And I'll be damned, that silly bitch is screaming "rape"

Down low, down low

(Yeah, that's what ya get for that down low shit)