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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lotto Boyzz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Henry
Composer
Imrhan Kirnon
Composer
Matthew Francis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Imrhan Kirnon
Producer
Amos Pinnock
Producer
Joe Hirst
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
And I don't really like typin'
Babe, just FaceTime me
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no iPhone
Baby, I got time for somebody
[Verse 2]
And I don't really like them brothers in your contacts
Baby, I wanna make contact
I beg you to tell me got bum fat
Turn around, bust gunshots
[Verse 3]
Fa-FaceTime me
Girl, I'm tryna get times up
FaceTime me
You leave and what's up?
FaceTime me
We can't just be friends
So why you gonna FaceTime me?
[Verse 4]
I lot of **** bugging but you really find me cool
I had a crush on majors
Man, I've known this girl from school
The way that back move make any brother turn fool
But you know Lotto Lucci so I gotta play it cool
[Verse 5]
So when it's late night
Hit me on the FaceTime
I don't wanna voice call
I'ma hit the decline
Pattin' up your camera
Let me see you on your waistline
Even if you don't know me
Cut with your hair tie
[Verse 6]
Fresh up out the show, let me see you on the laundry
And you know that I've been waitin' for you all day
Show me cakes, show me cake like it's my birthday
And off the dirty I'ma probably swing it your way
[Verse 7]
Started with a icky
Then we got busy
After our face and concernin' to certain sticky
It's Lotto Lucas but she call me Lotto Lucci
And she don't rate them other men because they move bookie
[Verse 8]
And I don't really like typin'
Babe, just FaceTime me
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no iPhone
Baby, I got time for somebody
[Verse 9]
And I don't really like them brothers in your contacts
Baby, I wanna make contact
I beg you to tell me got bum fat
Turn around, bust gunshots
[Verse 10]
Fa-FaceTime me
Girl, I'm tryna get times up
FaceTime me
You leave and what's up?
FaceTime me
We can't just be friends
So why you gonna FaceTime me?
[Verse 11]
We can't deal with no Pagan friend
I love the way the Mercedes bend
And I've been kinda weak for a while
Baby, I be workin' me some sleep for a while
[Verse 12]
And she cry
One shot
Two then three
Baby, leave some for me
And the Henny in your system make your knees go weak
I need comfort me
Company
[Verse 13]
I see her in the endzone
But her body's from the west Indies, yeah, yeah
Know them other **** tryna holler but she already left
With me
[Verse 14]
I hate it when she sober
Lean cup
Grab a drink and you come over
You know I release and my time when I control her
So when you're ready tell me that you're comin' over
[Verse 15]
I don't really like typin'
Babe, just FaceTime me
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no iPhone
Baby, I got time for somebody
[Verse 16]
And I don't really like them brothers in your contacts
Baby, I wanna make contact
I beg you to tell me got bum fat
Turn around, bust gunshots
[Verse 17]
Fa-FaceTime me
Girl, I'm tryna get times up
FaceTime me
You leave and what's up?
FaceTime me
We can't just be friends
So are you gonna FaceTime me?
Written by: Amos Pinnock, Imrhan Kirnon, Luke Henry, Matthew Francis