Only You Freestyle Lyrics – Headie One – Drake

Song Title – Only You Freestyle
Director – Nathan James Tettey
Starring – Headie One, Drake
Singer –  Headie One feat. Drake
Lyricist – Aubrey Graham, Irving Adjei
Music Label – Relentless Records

Only You Freestyle Song Lyrics

M1OnTheBeat
Woi
Yes
M1OnTheBeat
Yes
Woi
Again and again, again and again
Yeah
Yo

Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama
Givin’ out gifts like Santa, sippin’ on Sanna
Used to do lean and Wock’

Closet filled up with designer, comin’ like Panda, Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta

Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
Habibti please, ana akeed, inti wa ana ahla
With Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it’s a mazza

Niggas want peace like Cassava
But we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi

Four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already

You man love hezi’, hezi’
Yeah, can’t back chat to the prezi’
Know when the beef just taste like veggie
Gyal go Ritz for the mani-pedi

CC bag look nice, but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That’s just a big gyal ting, man, you get me
Raemi just turned mommy, and that’s my sis, so I just turned abti

Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me, I swear that touched me
I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy

Man said they would do this and that, but the man wasn’t really that wassi, was he
Nah, nah, nah, the man wasn’t really that what
One-nine-four-two hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me

Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow stroking ’cause the bamski way too big, my gyal don’t rush me
Woi
Don’t make me have to rise my rifle

Man try send some young boys for me, don’t make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been droppin’ lately, don’t make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don’t make me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already, don’t make me have to side-by-side you

Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia but when I remind you
I’m touchin’ road and I can’t find you
Word to the M-O-B I’m tied to
I’m givin’ up when I decide to, gee

One
Suh suh suh
Suh suh
Suh suh, suh suh suh suh

Oh, how we hate leggies
How much points have the gang got, Many
Didn’t ever have to rise that dots
It was just under my bed and ready
Bro-bro chinged up an opp

Boy, I swear he got chinged already
That next one thought he was boss
Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey
Got this bad B, Ohene
My next one from yard love reggae

We dishin’ out store and telly
Then we in France balling out, Trezeguet
She look sexy sippin’ on Henny
My prawns grilled and my pasta penne
She give headie, headie

My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty
Used to put the light in the cling
And it still didn’t stop it smellin’ like petty
Put a dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli
Them times it was M way

I mean M way, T house, M way
Now it’s penty, uptown penty
Bentley, Range, then Bentley
Have you ever had your pockets empty
But still found the bread to afford a trenton

Six litres flying through Epsom
I swear I’ve seen life from both perspectives
That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection
I done run through so much Scottish notes
Couldn’t care ’bout no recession
I still get one jail call from Boogie

Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
Cah lil’ bro went and dun him so ruthless
Got this cutie, she half-Cuban
Probably why she like playin’ with the Cuban
Say she like chillin’ with the ooters, booters

Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted
They wasn’t with us when the jeans were bootleg
Put in that work, we ain’t never been spoon-fed
Comin’ for the jungle, you know where the zoo is
Four-four or the three-two auto bells, it’s a toothpick

No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is
Lord forgive them, they don’t know what they’re doing
Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
Still ain’t forgot how it feels to be losin’

They thought it was permanent, found it amusin’
Now this drip on me like I’m canoein’
Time just flyin’

I’m just tryna take this live ting to my juvies, juvies
So the beef is fryin’
They ain’t tryna stop slidin’, Toosie, Toosie

One
Suh suh

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