Mass-market pop fodder
“Sexy siñorita, I feel your aura/ I’ll make you call me daddy, even though you ain’t my daughter”. Oh Tinie. With such tender missives, how do you spare the time to think of any lyrics at all, such must be the magnetic pull of your oft-thrusting groin? Match that with Ora’s bleats of “I’m ready for you” and you’ve got a winning combination of mass-market pop fodder.