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(feat. Candice Pillay) [VERSE:] She say she wanna get up on that rapper shit Popping bottles stuffing money under mattresses She been on that tour bus since I picked her up at Hammersmith Her arse so round I thought it had to be a camera trick Eh, where you going in them Izzy Marants? Hop on a plane come and chill with me and Dizzee in France Hop on a train you can come to any city you want I got the fame you could be on Nicole Bitchie tomorrow Couldn't never love a lippy yat But she got me acting like a pussy for that kitty cat Reverse cow girl, reverse piggy back I thought you said your arse was mine, come and gimme that! Witch doctor woman [x8] [VERSE:] She said she wanna get in on that rapper shit She wanna polish the awards up in my cabinet She a ten, she defy the law of averages Thought she Catholic but that Rihanna tat in Arabic Where you going in that pretty Givenchi Dress I'll intro you to Westwood buy you Vivienne's garms The alcohol that she ingests just hope her liver ain't harmed SongtexteI bring her flowers but she says she want a stickier plant From trips on a bus now she's on a trip and a buzz When lighting strikes wonder if God is taking pictures of us We finally made it on our own through all the hicks and the cups Maybe some magic came and cured this fucking sickness in us Keep it running From not giving a fuck Now she's in her giving a fuck I made her feel like Lewis Hamilton was picking her up Don't even mind the other groupies and the strippers and stuff No time to waste might as well face it you're addicted to love 'cause I am sick What you prescribing Give me a fix Sip on a cocktail of lots of shit we shouldn't mix Yeaah Aus Songtexte Mania