X-Rated

[Chorus: Leon Thomas III]
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

[Verse 1: Leon Thomas III]
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)

[Bridge: Leon Thomas III]
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

[Chorus: Leon Thomas III]
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

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
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?

[Outro: Leon Thomas III]
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk