Witch Doctor (feat. Candice Pillay)

(I ain't tryna wake up to your voodoo in the morning, so)

(Good afternoon, Miss Witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman)

(Good afternoon, Miss Witch doctor woman)

Yeah, aye, yeah

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

Aye, where you going in them Izzy Marants?

Hop on a train, come and chill with me and Dizzee in France

Hop on a plane, you can come to any city you want

I got the fame, you could be on Necole Bitchie tomorrow

Couldn't never love a lippy yat

But she got me acting like a pussy for that kitty cat

Reverse cowgirl, reverse piggy back

I thought you said your arse was mine, come and gimme that

(I ain't tryna wake up to your voodoo in the morning, so)

Yeah

(Good afternoon, Miss Witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor, witch doctor, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

Yeah

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman)

(Good afternoon, Miss Witch doctor woman)

Aye, yeah, cool

She said she wanna get in on that rapper shit

She wanna polish the awards up in my cabinet

She a 10, she defy the law of averages

Thought she Catholic, but that Rihanna tat in Arabic

Aye, where you running in that pretty Givenchy 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 lightning 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

(I ain't tryna wake up to your voodoo in the morning so)

(Yeah)

(Good afternoon, Miss Witch doctor woman)

Keep it running

From not giving a fuck

Now she's in here 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 (Ah)

(Good afternoon, Miss Witch doctor woman)

Yeah

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

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(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

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Yeah

(Witch doctor woman, witch doctor woman)

(Witch doctor woman)

(Good afternoon, Miss Witch doctor woman)