Girl, you know the gritty
Grimey, South of London
Where niggas grip guns
That's where I come from
I'll give you some, some to dance for me girl
Innocent one, so bad for me, yeah
Expensive, she give me her number for free
And said, "If we get to datin', boy, the dinner ain't cheap"
I said, "Slide with me, baby, and we gon' see"
Now she love me
But, boy, you should have seen the receipt
Chop more, she choppin' 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 choppin' 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)
Don't get it twisted, she hustlin' just like me
We talkin' business, just taught her 'bout the V-A-T
Damn, I love it when she tell me she been pushin' the P
Girl, come and count this money while I'm rubbin' your feet
Ain't no other nigga done it like me
I think I even love her mind more than I love her physique
I repeat, you f*ck with her, then boy, you f*ckin' with me
And I might not be Lidge if I catch you on the streets, nigga
Chop more, she choppin' 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 choppin' 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)
Strandz - J'adore Lyrics
Strandz - J'adore Lyrics
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Girl, you know the gritty
Grimey, South of London
Where niggas grip guns
That's where I come from
I'll give you some, some to dance for me girl
Innocent one, so bad for me, yeah
Expensive, she give me her number for free
And said, "If we get to datin', boy, the dinner ain't cheap"
I said, "Slide with me, baby, and we gon' see"
Now she love me
But, boy, you should have seen the receipt
Chop more, she choppin' 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 choppin' 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)
Don't get it twisted, she hustlin' just like me
We talkin' business, just taught her 'bout the V-A-T
Damn, I love it when she tell me she been pushin' the P
Girl, come and count this money while I'm rubbin' your feet
Ain't no other nigga done it like me
I think I even love her mind more than I love her physique
I repeat, you f*ck with her, then boy, you f*ckin' with me
And I might not be Lidge if I catch you on the streets, nigga
Chop more, she choppin' 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 choppin' 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)
Grimey, South of London
Where niggas grip guns
That's where I come from
I'll give you some, some to dance for me girl
Innocent one, so bad for me, yeah
Expensive, she give me her number for free
And said, "If we get to datin', boy, the dinner ain't cheap"
I said, "Slide with me, baby, and we gon' see"
Now she love me
But, boy, you should have seen the receipt
Chop more, she choppin' 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 choppin' 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)
Don't get it twisted, she hustlin' just like me
We talkin' business, just taught her 'bout the V-A-T
Damn, I love it when she tell me she been pushin' the P
Girl, come and count this money while I'm rubbin' your feet
Ain't no other nigga done it like me
I think I even love her mind more than I love her physique
I repeat, you f*ck with her, then boy, you f*ckin' with me
And I might not be Lidge if I catch you on the streets, nigga
Chop more, she choppin' 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 choppin' 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)
Writer: Strandz, Henry Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC