Testo X-Rated - Leon Thomas feat. Benny The Butcher
Testo della canzone X-Rated (Leon Thomas feat. Benny The Butcher), tratta dall'album Electric Dusk
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 (yeah)
Oh, it's always a good time, even on a Wednesday night
You be front line, even let my homeboy try
Givin' samples, baby, you a handful
Oh, so savage, killin' all the average
Oh, man (uh)
You still frontin' like you're innocent (uh)
Tell me, do you feel it yet? (Uh)
You still frontin' like you're innocent (uh)
But I know (uh)
You still frontin' like you're innocent (uh)
Baby, tell me, do you feel it yet? (Uh)
You still frontin' like you're innocent (uh)
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 comin'?)
Imagine being attached to somethin' that come and go
If these walls could talk they'd probably say somethin' you don't wanna know, mm-hm
I stumbled over a few broken hearts, yeah, I'm one of those
This summer, she hittin' me, next summer, it's one of the bros (I know)
But I'm never hating, I'm operatin' 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 (bang)
You got secret relationships that will probably never be known
And I'm sick of takin' dick niggas, I wish I had better luck (wish I knew him)
And how y'all call it when my hoes the chain never touch
Smart paper, big evils, 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 (I know)
After one date, she give you a taste, look, now you spendin' 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 defendin' it (nah)
I'm not a saviour, I'm a gangster and a gentleman
Ayo, Leon, I got a confession (got a confession)
Since we kickin' it, she got me too
(Zaddy, I need some money)
Why I'm sendin' it?
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
If these walls could talk
Credits
Writer(s): Axel Morgan, Leon Thomas, Jeremie Pennick, Aliandro Prawl, Lazaro Camejo, Greg Powell
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