Leon Thomas III, Benny the Butcher - X-Rated lyrics

She just want to take it off
Blame it on the alcohol
X-Rated on her tongue, watch it dissolve
X-Rated, girl, if these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk

I don't even know what to call it
But you're a borderline young alcoholic
(yeah) oh, it's always a good time
Even on a Wednesday night
You be front line, even let my homeboy try
Giving samples, baby, you a handful
Oh, so savage, killing all the average
Oh, man (Uh)

You still fronting like you're innocent (Uh)
Tell me, do you feel it yet? (Uh)
You still fronting like you're innocent (Uh)
But I know (Uh)
You still fronting like you're innocent (Uh)
Baby, tell me, do you feel it yet? (Uh)
You still fronting like you're innocent (Uh)
I know

She just want to take it off
Blame it on the alcohol
X-Rated on her tongue, watch it dissolve
X-Rated, girl, if these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk

Yo, yo (The Butcher comin')
Imagine being attached to something
That come and go
If these walls could talk they'd probably
Say something you don't wanna know
I stumbled over a few broken hearts, yeah
I'm one of those
This summer, she hitting me, next summer
It's one of the bros (I know)
But I'm never hating
I'm operating under the code
That I never break
I already had what's under them clothes
You know the type, right? Deep down inside
She want to go but don't want no one to know
Say she's never done this before (Really?)
And I'ma act like I ain't hear
That line a hundred and four
Times, to be exact
That shit'll never get old
By the time I believe that, baby
Hell'll be froze
You got secret relationships that will
Probably never be known
And I'm sick of to the dick niggas
I wish y'all better luck
And how y'all calling women hoes
That y'all ain't never touch
Smart paper, big eagles
Of course they gon' rather us
When you try to impress women
That shit just don't measure up
Soon as you get a scent of it
Probably gon' think she innocent
No kids, and a college degree, see
That's what she get 'em with
After one date, she give you a taste, look
Now you spending it get a bag out you
Maybe some cash and that's the end of it
I'm all for it, get that paper
I'm not defending it i'm not a savior
I'm a gangster and a gentleman
Ayo, Leon, I got a confession
Since we kicking it, she got me too
Zaddy, I need some money why I'm sending it?
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk