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X‐Rated
Leon Thomas & Benny the Butcher
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She just wanna 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 wanna 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 coming)
Imagine being attached to something that come and go
If these walls could talk
They'd probably say something you don't want to 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
So she's never done this before (Really?)
And imma act like I ain't heard that line 104
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 taking dick niggas I wish y'all better luck
And how y'all calling women hoes that you ain't ever touch
Smart paper big evils of course they gone rather us
When you try to impress women that shit just don't measure up
Soon as you get a scent of it prolly gone 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 gentlemen
Hey yo 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