only you freestyle lyrics Headie One x Drake

(M1OnTheBeat)

Woi, yes

(M1OnTheBeat)

Yes, woi

Again and again, again and again, yeah

[Verse 1 Drake]

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

I used to do lean and wok

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 a piece 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

Ya man love pose with the ting for the picture

You man shoulda buss that ting already

Ya man love Hezi Hezi

Yeah, can’t back chat to the Prezi

You know when the beef just taste like veggie

Gyal go ritz for the mani, pedi

CC bag looks 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 turn Abti

Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me

I swear that touch 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 weren’t really that wassy, was he

Nah, nah, nah, the man weren’t really that what

1-9-4-2, 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 too, gee

[Interlude Headie One]

One

(OFB, OFB)

Suh, suh

Suh, suh, suh (One), suh, suh, suh

[Verse 2 Headie One]

Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh, suh)

How much points have the gang got Many (One)

Didn’t ever have to rise that dots

It was just under my bed and ready (Turn)

Bro bro chinged up a opp boy

I swear he got chinged already (They told me turn, uh)

That next one thought he was boss

Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)

Got this bad B on Henny (Turn, turn)

My next one from yard love reggae (Shawty)

We dishin’ out store and telly

Then we in France balling out, Trezeguet (One)

She look sexy, sippin’ on Henny

My prawns grilled and my pasta penne (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)

She give headie, headie

My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fendi

Used to put light in the cling

And it still didn’t stop it, smellin’ like petty (Turn)

Got the dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, (Turn, turn, turn, turn) Balotelli

Them times it was M way (What)

I mean M way, T house, M way (Huh)

Now it’s penty, up town penty (Huh)

Bentley, Range, then Bentley (One)

Have you ever had your pockets empty (Turn)

But still found the bread to afford a trenton (Turn, turn, turn)

Six litres flying through Epsom (Turn, turn, turn)

I swear I’ve seen life from both perspectives (They told me turn, uh)

That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection (Told me turn)

I done run through so much Scottish notes

Couldn’t care ’bout no recession (One)

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 (Suh, suh, suh, suh)

Got this cutie, she half Cuban

Probably why she like playin’ with the Cuban (Turn)

Says she like chillin’ with the ooters, booters

Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)

They wasn’t with us when the jeans were bootleg

Putting that work, we ain’t never been spoon-fed (Turn)

Comin’ for the jungle, you know where the zoo is (They told me turn, uh)

.44 or the .32 auto bells, it’s a toothpick (Told me turn)

No rap cap we just speak what the truth is (Told me turn, uh)

Lord forgive them, they don’t know what they’re doing (Told me turn)

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’

All this drip on me like I’m canoein’

Time just flyin’ (Huh)

I’m just tryna do the slide ting to my juvies, juvies

So the beef is fryin’

They tryna stop slidin’, Toosie, Toosie