J'adore Songtext
Girl you know the gritty
Grimey, south of London Where niggas grip guns That’s where I come from I give you some some
To dance for me girl
Innocent one so bad for me yeahhh
Expensive she give me her number for free
And said “if we get to dating boy the dinner ain’t cheap”
I said “slide with me baby and we garn see”
Now she love me...
But boy you shoulda seen the receipt
She Chopped Me
Chop more she chopping my money
Top-floor like boy do you love me
J’Adore she want it she got it
J’Adore I want it he cop it
Chop more she chopping my money
Top-floor like boy do you love me
J’Adore she want it she got it
J’Adore I want it he cop it
But don’t get it twisted she hustling just like me
We talking business just taught her bout the VAT
Damn I love it when she tell me she been pushing the P Girl come and count this money while I’m rubbing your feet Ain’t no other nigga done it like me
And I even love her mind more than I love her physique
I repeat, you fuck with her boy then you fucking with me And I might not be Lidge if I catch you in the streets Nigga Chop more she chopping my money
Top-floor like boy do you love me
J’Adore she want it she got it
J’Adore I want it he cop it
Chop more she chopping my money
Top-floor like boy do you love me
J’Adore she want it she got it
J’Adore I want it he cop it