Julie Lyrics By: PsalmWellProduction Concept By: PsalmWellProduction Intellectual Property Of: PsalmWellProduction © PsalmWellProduction 2025. Music Generated Using Suno AI. All Rights Reserved. Respek! Dis one goes out to me Julie… Me main gyal… me number one batty rider… But she tryin’ a ting right now innit… Booyakasha! [Verse 1] Julie, JULIE! Don’t leave me Julie! You is me queen, me one and only Julie! Me bought you chicken cottage, me bought you Lambeth walk, Me even let you touch me PlayStation, now you wanna talk? Don’t pack your bag, don’t phone your mum, Don’t ring 999 and tell dem Ali gone dumb! It was just a little slap, a little domestic tickle, Why you cryin’ for? You know me love you fickle! [Chorus] JULIE! Don’t leave me Julie! You me Julie init, truly! Just you and me, me and you, (Fuck you!) Yeah me Julie and me (What the fuck you doin’?) (No! Stop it!) DON’T CALL THE COPS JULIE! DON’T! DON’T! DON’T CALL THE COPS! [Verse 2] Remember West One, Staines massive represent, Me spent me whole giro on your fake Louis bag from Brent! Me held your hair when you was chuckin’ up White Ace, Now you wanna act cold like me name was MySpace? Me said sorry on Snapchat, me sent you 47 texts, “Read at 03:42” — why you leavin’ man vexed? Aii, come back baby, me cook you Pot Noodle supreme, Extra cheese, extra sauce — live the dream! [Chorus] JULIE! Don’t leave me Julie! You me ride-or-die, truly! We can work it out, just hear me out bruv, (Oi oi stop twistin’ that!) Me Julie don’t do me like dis! (Let go of me leg!) DON’T CALL THE COPS JULIE! DON’T CALL DEM BABYLON JULIE! [Bridge – half crying, half ragga] If you go, me haffi join ISIS, Or start votin’ Tory, end up on a crisis! Me can’t go back to wankin’ in me mum’s loft, Without you Julie… me life proper soft! [Final Chorus – screaming] JULIE! JULIE! DON’T LEAVE ME JULIE! Me give you everything — even me last roach truly! Put the phone down… put it down slow… Aii booyakasha… (I said put the fuckin’ phone down Julie!) DON’T CALL THE COPS! DON’T CALL THE COPS! DON’T— [Sound of door slamming and police sirens fading in] [Outro – whispered] …For real tho Julie… me sorry innit.
