Witch Doctor - Tinie Tempah, Candice Pillay

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

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

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

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