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og - facetime lyrics

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yuh! up in this b-tch man

ya dig?!

hook:

yuh!
it’s og from the ky
gotcha b-tch 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-tch you must hate grind
prolly cause she don’t play ya sh-t, 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 sp-ceman
been ballin’ like jordan, i ain’t talkin’ sp-ce jam
never stop makin’ flame, no caveman
we don’t f-ck with these hoes, h-ll no, don’t date them

ain’t nun to cut the b-tch off like k camp
got homies still trappin out the f-ckin’ vacant
haters throwin’ hate, it don’t make sense
why you throwin’ shade like some m-th-f-ckin’ 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
gotcha b-tch 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-tch you must hate grind
prolly cause she don’t play ya sh-t, 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 -ss

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-t givin’ me goosebumps
getcha bands up, they can never be too long
that sh-t 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-tch 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-tch you must hate grind
prolly cause she don’t play ya sh-t, 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!

- og lyrics

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