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Only You - Headie One x Drake | Lyrics & Video

Headine One x Drake - Only You | Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]
Yo, Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain, and gave 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, I 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

Link up Skull and 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
You man love pose with the ting for a pic, you man shoulda buss that ting already
You man love Hezi Hezi
Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi
You know when the beef just taste like veggie
Gyal gold wrist 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
Rainy just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just turn hoptie
Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that love me, I swear that touch me
I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty
If me and gyalies go St. Michael, or the gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this and that but the man weren't really that wossy, was he?
Nah, nah, nah, the man wasn't really that what?
1942, hits my system, I get way too fussy, buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me, love me
Same ones there that crossed me, cost me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow show king 'cause the Banksy way too big, my gyal, don't rush me
Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try to 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 it to 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, jheeze

[Bridge: Headie One]

[Verse 2: Headie One]
Oh how we hate leggies
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
Bro bro chinged up a opp boy, I swear he got chinged already (On time, yeah)
That next one thought he was boss, then he got shot, Nathan Tettey
Got this bad bih on Henny
My next one from yard love reggae
We dishin' out store and telly
Then we in France but I'm not Trezeguet
She look sexy, sippin' on Henny
If it feels good, I'ma pass the penny (Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck)
She give headie, headie
My tracksuit Louis not covered in Fenty
Bitch put a light in the cling, and it still didn't stop it, smellin' like Peggy
Got the dark and the blue, then we put it in the red word to Telly
Them times it was M way (What?), I mean M way, T house, M way, huh
North Penty uptop Penty, huh
Bentley, Range then Bentley, huh
Have you ever had your pockets empty?
But still found the bread to afford a [?]
Just leave us flat [?] then I try see 'em laugh on both perspectives
That's 'bout so far, I'm certain you ain't got no connection
I done run through so much Scottish notes
Couldn't care 'bout no recessions (Huh)
Still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge gave him twenty years straight it moved me

CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
My lil' bro, went and dun him so ruthless
But it's cutie, she half Cuban
Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban
Say she like Jimmy with the hooters, booters
Gettin' [?], shootin', bootin', bootin', bootin'
They was a witness when the tings were bootleg
Putting that work we ain’t never been spoon-fed
Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is
.44 or the .32 [?old belts] is a toothpick
Can we just speak what the truth is
If we get them, then they know what they did
Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin'
Left [?] poppin', I find it amusin'
All this drip on me like I'm canoeing
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

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