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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Vocals
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Songwriter
Axel Morgan
Axel Morgan
Songwriter
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Gerard A. Powell II
Gerard A. Powell II
Songwriter
Lazaro Camejo
Lazaro Camejo
Songwriter
Aliandro Prawl
Aliandro Prawl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Producer
Axl Folie
Axl Folie
Producer
Ali Roots
Ali Roots
Producer
Tizhimself
Tizhimself
Producer
Treyvonce Moore
Treyvonce Moore
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gene Grimaldi
Gene Grimaldi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Leon Thomas, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Gerard A. Powell, Axel Morgan, Aliandro Darton Prawl, Lazaro Andres Camejo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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