Man Down - Shakka feat. Aluna George

Jae5 it's a mad one

[Chorus: Shakka]
I'm like, man down
Baby wanna take my life
She don't wanna be no side
She just wanna be my wife
Callin' up the lads like
Man down
Baby wanna take my life
She don't wanna be no side
She just wanna be my...

[Verse 1: Shakka]
It was all good on a weekend
She was servin' the pre drinks
She the one with the thighs
The one with the feelin'
She said, "Hi" with a tongue ring, yeah
We both wanted somethin'
Phone calls to phone sex
Takes off in my bed
She would only text when she horny
Next thing I know she callin' me like
"How's the mumzy? Can we fly away to Zante?
Baby, who's that girl in the selfie?
Why you ain't call the whole week?"
Yeah, fam this is ain't no topdown
Fam we've got to slow down
Cupid caught her in a drive by
Now mans callin' up the lads like

[Chorus: Shakka & Aluna Francis]
Man down
Baby wanna take my life
She don't wanna be no side
She just wanna be my wife
Callin' up the lads like
Man down
Baby wanna take my life
She don't wanna be no side
She just wanna be my wife
Callin' up the lads like

[Verse 2: Aluna Francis / Shakka]
If you want your life easy
Don't try and please me
You won't get nowhere
I'm on Kilimanjaro
If you gonna aim low
I can't take you there
Maybe you feelin' the power
Sweet and the sour
I am a dangerous flower
Baby you gettin' a fever
I am your diva
You are my golden retriever
Wanna, wanna wanna, wanna feel you
And do what you do
And wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna see you
I say [?]
Get away from all this high
Go and find the one you'd like
No need reminding to love you
Ain't just tempted to touch you
And anything you want to buy
And anyway you want to fly
No side guy, he's your guy
I don't wanna blow up the phone line
Callin' up the lads like

[Verse 3: Shakka]
It was all good for the East End girl, West End boy
One had a change of mind and ran
Next man cheatin', she didn't know
Now she wanna play the field some more
Like good on, good on, good on, good on, good on
She would only text when she horny
Like good on, good on, good on, good on, good on
Next thing I know she callin' me like
"How's the mumzy? Can we fly away to Zante?
Baby, who's that girl in the selfie?
Why you can't call the whole week?"
Yeah, fam this is no topdown
Fam we've got to slow down
Now she swingin' like fight night
Next thing I'm callin' up the lads like