X-Rated (Explicit) - Leon Thomas/BENNY THE BUTCHER

Lyrics by：Leon Thomas/Axel Morgan/Jeremie Pennick/Gerard A. Powell II/Lazaro Camejo/Aliandro Prawl

Composed by：Leon Thomas/Axel Morgan/Jeremie Pennick/Gerard A. Powell II/Lazaro Camejo/Aliandro Prawl

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

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

You still fronting like you're innocent

Tell me do you feel it yet

You still fronting like you're innocent

But I know

You still fronting like you're innocent

Baby tell me do you feel it yet

You still fronting like you're innocent

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

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

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

And I'ma act like I ain't hear

That line a hundred and four

Times to be exact

That she'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 n***as

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 **** 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