text: Only You Freestyle Lyrics
  Woi
  Yes
  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 its 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, cant backchat 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
  Thats just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?
  Raemi just turned mommy, and thats 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 wasnt really that wassi, was he?
  Nah, nah, nah, the man wasnt 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 dont rush me
  Woi
  Dont make me have to rise my rifle
  Man try send some young boys for me, dont make me have to ride by high school
  Shit you man been droppin lately, dont make me have to fly my iTunes
  So much people buy into my hype, dont make me have to buy my hype too
  Dealt with the big homie already, dont make me have to side-by-side you
  Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
  Amnesia but when I remind you
  Im touchin road and I cant find you
  Word to the M-O-B Im tied to
  Im givin up when I decide to, jheeze
  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 
  Didnt 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 didnt 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 its 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 Ive seen life from both perspectives 
  That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection 
  I done run through so much Scottish notes
  Couldnt 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 wasnt with us when the jeans were bootleg
  Put in that work, we aint never been spoon-fed 
  Comin for the jungle, you know where the zoo is 
  Four-four or the three-two auto bells, its a toothpick 
  No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is 
  Lord forgive them, they dont know what theyre doing 
  Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
  Still aint forgot how it feels to be losin 
  They thought it was permanent, found it amusin
  Now this drip on me like Im canoein
  Time just flyin 
  Im just tryna take this live ting to my juvies, juvies 
  So the beef is fryin
  They aint tryna stop slidin, Toosie, Toosie
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