特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Aitch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Songwriter
Harrison Armstrong
Harrison Armstrong
Songwriter
Jacob Daniel Jones
Jacob Daniel Jones
Songwriter
Taras Slusarenko
Taras Slusarenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Whyjay
Producer
LiTek
LiTek
Producer
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Producer
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night Yo, my baby, she a baddie, got some hips like Shakira Fuck around, flew her to Jumeirah (La-la-la-la, Dubai) Told me she weren't tryna fuck on the first night But baby shoulda said it clearer, yeah (La-la-la-la, la-la) I'll be forty-five minute on the M way She told me, "Text me when you're nearer" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) When I land, you know she screamin' down the whole place Must be deaf if you can't hear her (Ah!) Double my age, you know she call me Baby Aitch But there ain't nothin' baby 'bout it when you look below the waist (Woah) Skinny brother, but I love me loads of cake And all the pussy I been eatin' got me feelin' overweight Nothin' but pinkies in my stack No bullets, just riddims in the MAC, yeah (Ba-ba-ba-ba) Louis duffel, tell 'em, "Fill it up with cash" No brothers, just woman in the gaff, ah Take time, take time, you've made yours, I'm just tryna make mine (La-la-la-la) FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night (La-la-la-la-la) Ba-Ba-Baby, pull your panties to the side Baby, pull your panties to the side, yeah (La-la-la-la) So freaky, you a baddie in disguise, took her home, she gettin' nasty in the ride Got the world in my palm, brought some girls to the Palm Try say they ain't down, but I'm certain they are With some loose white brothers, pullin' birds at the bar On a last minute ting, they call me Fergie, you know? Grab it and slap it, one baddie from Paris Back it out, she can't hack it, said I'm taller in person She ain't been Manny, so I tell her, "Get packin'" Hit the mall with few bags and spend it all 'cause she worth it Pu-Pull up in a Benzo truck Come here, closer, tell your friends, "Don't look" She wanna roll because she knows I'm from the 016 And she just want that ghetto love Nothin' but pinkies in my stack Won't whip it 'less it's digi on the dash, yeah (S-S-S-S-Skrrt) I swear the girl was so pretty in the face But I'm glad I hit it different from the back (Ah) Take time, take time, you've made yours, I'm just tryna make mine (La-la-la-la) FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night (La-la-la-la-la) Ba-Ba-Baby, pull your panties to the side Baby, pull your panties to the side, yeah (La-la-la-la) So freaky, you a baddie in disguise, took her home, she gettin' nasty in the ride (La-la-la-la) Yo, my bad, I've literally just got off the flight from Dubai now Goin' to America I don't care, I hope you stay there, stay there That's not nice Well, it's not like I see you in this country anyway, so do you know what I mean? It's–, I thought you're goin' Australia as well, when is that? July 'Kay, well, whatever
Writer(s): Jacob Oliver Manson, Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones, Taras Slusarenko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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