Je t'adore - Milkavelli, sumgii, 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

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