Strandz - J'adore lyrics

Combining elements of 2000s hip-hop with a unique UK twist, Strandz delivers a nostalgic trip that draws comparisons to the iconic 50 Cent.

[Strandz - J'adore lyrics]

Girl, you know the gritty
Grime, South of London
Where niggas 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

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 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 that done it like me
I think I even like her mind
More than I like her physique
I repeat, you fuck with her, then boy
You fuckin' 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)

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