Lyrics Je t'adore - Milkavelli, sumgii, Lee Scott

Je t'adore

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
I don’t love you ho, I don’t love you ho
Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go
Then we good to go, then we good to go
Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go
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
I don’t love you ho, I don’t love you ho
Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go
Then we good to go, then we good to go
Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go