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

[Post-Chorus: Leon Thomas III]

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

[Post-Chorus: Leon Thomas III]

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