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CAN'T FEEL MY FACE lyrics

Performers SosMulaJASIAH

CAN'T FEEL MY FACE song lyrics by SosMula official

CAN'T FEEL MY FACE is a song in English

Trapaholics, drop that motherfucker, man
Sleezy

Big blunt smoker (work), big gun toter (boom)
My first body, had to kill some' sober (boom boom)
I can't wait to pill one over (boom)
I can't feel my face, I'm still hungover (work)
Too much smoke, you gon' need a lung donor (boom boom)
With the scope, I could hit your son's shoulder (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
How you niggas gon' kill a young soldier? (Fuck outta here)
Who you niggas think you gon' run over? (No-no, damn, son, where'd you find this?)

Fuck the internet, I get a hater shot, ayy (boom boom)
Potato on the eight-o', turn to tater tots, ayy (boom)
Vest on your chest for the naval shots, ayy (boom boom)
Hole in your chest like a bagel shop, ayy (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, real trap shit)
Feds watchin' me like a cable box, ayy (fuck outta here)
Captain-save-a-ho, I heard you saving thots, ayy (no-no)
Lame-ass nigga wanna be a trapper (fuck outta here)
Fake-ass nigga wanna be a rapper (fuck outta here)
Spray your nigga's brains, hit him in the bladder (boom boom)
Take your chain, make you buy it back after (gimme that)
Soon as you niggas whacked, I'ma laugh after (fuck outta here)
Soon as you turn your back, I'ma backstab ya (sleezy)

Big blunt smoker (work), big gun toter (boom)
My first body, had to kill some' sober (boom boom)
I can't wait to pill one over (boom)
I can't feel my face, I'm still hungover (work)
Too much smoke, you gon' need a lung donor (boom boom)
With the scope, I could hit your son's shoulder (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
How you niggas gon' kill a young soldier? (Fuck outta here)
Who you niggas think you gon' run over? (No-no)

I'm 'bout to make you niggas choke on this blick (choke on it)
Let it off until I hear it go click (yeah, pow, boom boom)
Run up on me, swear that you won't exist (yeah, trapaholics, real trap shit)
And I'm not into scat but you gon' eat shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's up? (What's up?), What's up? (What's up?)
You keep talkin' shit, nigga, really, what's up? (What's up?)
I got niggas totin' sticks on some Harry Potter shit (yeah, yeah)
Put him in a coffin quick like a vampire
Niggas always wanna see who the hardest (who the hardest)
He see my gun and I swear that he sharted
Pistol-whip the boy until he retarded (what? What?)
Sho-shotty make you do more tricks than a dolphin (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big blunt smoker (work), big gun toter (boom)
My first body, had to kill some' sober (boom boom)
I can't wait to pill one over (boom)
I can't feel my face, I'm still hungover (work)
Too much smoke, you gon' need a lung donor (boom boom)
With the scope, I could hit your son's shoulder (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
How you niggas gon' kill a young soldier? (Fuck outta here)
Who you niggas think you gon' run over? (No-no)

Trap-A-Holics
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate, Vinicius Sosa
Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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