X-Rated Lyrics by Leon Thomas & Benny the Butcher
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
You still fronting like you innocent
Tell me, do you feel it yet?
You still fronting like you innocent
But I know
You still fronting like you innocent
Baby, tell me, do you feel it yet?
You still fronting like you 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 (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 (Mhm)
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, says 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 shit’ll never get old
By the time I believe that, baby, hella be froze
You got secret relationships that will probably never be known
And I’m sick of taking dick n*****, 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 gone rather us
When you try to impress women that shit just don’t measure up
Soon as she 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 (Nah)
I’m not a savior, I’m a gangster, and a gentleman
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