X-Rated

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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
 

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Duration
03:51
Key
10
Tempo
170 BPM

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