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strandz - j'adore lyrics

[verse 1]
girl, you know the gritty
grime, south of london
where n+ggas grip guns, that’s where i come from
i can 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 dating 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

[chorus]
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)

[verse 2]
don’t get it twisted, she hustlin’ just like me
we talkin’ business, just taught her ’bout the vat
d+mn, 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 n+gga that done it like me
i think i even like her mind more than i like 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 n+gga
[chorus]
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 lyrics

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