Lyrics Down Low (Nobody Has to Know) - Ronald Isley , R. Kelly

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 fuckin′ threesome love affair?
If Mr. Biggs comes in and catch us, oh my goodness
He'll be freaked when lookin′ at your pretty titties in the air
Something about the way you switch that ass
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 this shit is tight
Passing blunts to one another on 3-5th 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)
Down low, down low
(That's what I kept telling myself)
Down low, down low
(Out of every woman in the world...)
Down low, down low
(...you had to go and mess with Mr. Biggs' girl)
Down low, down low
(That′s what ya get for that down low shit)
Down low, down low (Ho, yeah)
Down low, down low
(Niggas, don′t be thinkin' you can keep creepin′)
Down low, down low

Because what goes around comes right back on around again
Yes, it does, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Kelly, keep it on...)
And sometimes you get lonely, yeah
You get lonely, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
And sometimes you wanna call somebody
Up and tell them to come comfort you, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... (Keep it on...)
Yeah
And it feels good when...(Kelly, keep it on...)
(Down low, down low) It feels good when a woman...
(Keep it on...) ...comes in and... (Down low, down low)
...takes over things... (Kelly, keep it on...)
...and says to you... (Down low, down low)
...'Are you hungry, baby?′...