Je T’adore

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lee Scott] That reminds me of the first time I laced it Me and Jane clicked 'cause we hated all the same shit You was almost perfect, it's sad Rest me head on your bare breasts At least the third best I've had You said you loved me, like I love that bucket hat I came so close to tellin' yer I loved you back Then I sobered up, I'm not hatin' though Just imagine both of us, matchin' slippers, old as fuck In the nursin' home Ring-ring, where's me phone? Shit, I've gotta go I know, I know, you're not a ho Yeah, you're cool and all of that, but keep it on the low I got your number, yer, I'll call you, but I probably won't In the right light, I admit you take a good picture Got some love for you, but I'm not in love with ye I had time to waste, and I'm glad I spent it with you But truth be told, baby, I had nothin' better to do You're too good-you're too good Yeah, that might be true Got my eye on you A perfect 10, minus 2 That's a strong 8 Why the long face? It's better than a 1 mate [Hook: Trellion] I don't love you ho, I don't love you ho Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go[x2] Then we good to go, then we good to go Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go[x2] [Verse 2: Milkavelli] I don't love you, ho I don't love you, ho Just put my - in your - then we're good to go Aye, that means my dick inside your pussyhole, ho I heard your mouth is sweeter than a fuckin' Tootsie Roll, yo But fuck it Pretty girl, why you buggin'? On the real, why you buggin'? That's your grave and you dug it I don't love you, girl, I'm lustin Wore a bucket as a hat before you had a bucket hat Plain to see I brung it back Cigaweed I fuck with that, better gimme some of that Tryna keep my money stacked to the ceilin' of my flat Her pussy lookin' good, so I feed it like a cat And I eat it from the back, I just treat it like a snack She don't need to know I rap I just need to take a nap coz I'm feelin' so relaxed It's like I'm sleepin' on the track, catchin' Zs and kickin' back Ungh, while you tryna do the most, I'm just in the studio In a pair of Gucci loafs, with a very groovy ho feedin' me a sushi roll Aye, they don't love you no more This ain't fuckin' football, but hear that knock at the door It's like I'm not in 'em forests, no, I come for the draw [Hook: Trellion] I don't love you ho, I don't love you ho Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go[x2] Then we good to go, then we good to go Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go[x2]