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OG - FaceTime lyrics

Yuh! Up in this b**h man

Ya dig?!


Hook:

Yuh!
It's OG from the KY
Gotcha b**h callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly
Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline
Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high

If you hatin' on me, then b**h you must hate grind
Prolly cause she don't play ya sh**, but she always play mine
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime!


Verse 1:

Jimmy my feet, look like a spaceman
Been ballin' like Jordan, I ain't talkin' Space Jam
Never stop makin' flame, no caveman
We don't f** with these hoes, hell no, don't date them

Ain't nun to cut the b**h off like K Camp
Got homies still trappin out the f**in' vacant
Haters throwin' hate, it don't make sense
Why you throwin' shade like some muthaf**in' Ray-Bans?!

Pink Dolphin man it splash
Diamonds drippin', yeah they flash
Speakin' nun but the facts
Add it up, do the math

Gettin' paid to do these verses
When I come around, you a different person
Like a boy is it really worth it?
When I'm in the cut like a surgeon
Yeah, the haters stay hurtin'
So every day I keep learnin'
Really been, in my head like "this is my purpose"
Really been workin
Ain't have a clue back when I was servin'
But now that I'm certain!


Hook:

Yuh!
It's OG from the KY
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/og/-/facetime.html]
Gotcha b**h callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly
Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline
Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high

If you hatin' on me, then b**h you must hate grind
Prolly cause she don't play ya sh**, but she always play mine
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime!


Verse 2:

From the trap to the rap
I was trappin' the gas
Got homies packin' the gats
Just one call away, & they clappin' ya a**

I got the sickest wrist
But look at the bigger pic
So please, don't kid the kid
You know that OG sure ain't nun to fiddle with

Made a pack disappear, Alakazam
Straight up, juggin', outta the bands
Way back when they doubted the man
But now I just turn up, & shout out the fans

Ice on my neck, that sh** givin' me goosebumps
Getcha bands up, they can never be too long
That sh** won't fold like a futon
Hatin' on me, cause you know that I'm "too on"?

I ain't one to lie to
Boy you trippin' like you don't even tie shoes
Been watchin' close up how I move
Gotcha girl on my phone, tryna slide through


Hook:

Yuh!
It's OG from the KY
Gotcha b**h callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly
Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline
Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high

If you hatin' on me, then b**h you must hate grind
Prolly cause she don't play ya sh**, but she always play mine
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime!

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