VERSE. She say she wanna get in 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 train come and chill with me and Dizzee in France. Hop on a tplan 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 x 8. 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 runnin' 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. I 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. 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