.

I Can't Feel My Face Lyrics

Blow, Blow, Blow
[Lil Wayne:] I Can't Feel My Face
Ha Ha I Can't....
[Juelz Santana:] I Can't Feel My Face
[Juelz Santana:]
As I Sit Back Relax Shorty Head In My Lap. In The Back Of The Bent Lee Getting Head In The Back. You Know. And She Ain't Got A Head Full Of Naps, So I'm Pushing On Her Head From The Back Gimme That, Gimme That. Up And Down, Down And Out Gimme That. Laffy Taffy Came On She Gave Me Head Til It Snaped. Like Doo, Doo,Da,Da,Doom,Doom. She Made Me Like The Song and She Wrong, Yeah, She bout Action she bout Work, She Suck d*** Like A Vaccum Suck Dirt. i call her the Quicker Picker upper cuz she quick to pick a nut up Quicker Than A n**** Tell Her Pick the nut up You Dig b****! Now Let Me Tell You About The Six Shot Grouger That I Keep For You Buster If You Twich I'll Shoot You I'll buck Ya I'll Bang Ya, I'll Remove You Like A Died Car Battery Trust Me I'll Booste You No Car Cables. I'll Hang You Like A hanger In The Closet. No Coat On The Hanger Just Hang You In The Closet, Or I Can Just Meet You Where You Stand Or I Can Shoot You In The End Then Leave You Where You stand.

[Lil Wanye:]
I Can't Feel My Face, Ha Ha, I Can't Feel My Face! Juelz f*** With Me

I Came To Rep My Hood.
I Gotta Ride Clean
I Gotta Smoke Good.
I'm Pullin On Big Fat Cigers Like Suge. I Aint Got To Explain Once I'm Really Understood, Baby I'ma G I'm Just Tryna Get pull
That hot a** 3 80 Keep It Warm Like Wool. n***** Talkin s***! I Wish A n**** Would Boy.
Smellin Like s*** From A Bull Boy.
I Got Alot But I Can Never Get Enough man Them Twenty-Six Inches Got The Low low sittin Up, Yup! I'm out of patience so you need to hook It Up, Yup! Rockie Maceano How I Beat The p**** Up, Yup! You not a soprano play p**** get f*****. hit A n**** From A hundred Yards Like Blaka! Yeah, You Really Aint Prepared Dawg choppers Split Your a** In Half, now they can Share Y'all. Thats The Name Stop Looking For A Fair Call. p**** Cat n****'s Watch Them Cough Up A Hair Ball. Looking At n****'s Like Why You Gotta Stare Dawg? Choppas Cuts Heads Off Doesn't Cut Hair Off. These n****'s Is Air Soft. Soft Shell Taco Mild Sauce.
move da farri Like A Wild Horse.
Or I get souffer Like A Mob Boss.
Feel My Swagger Nagger.
I'm Sharper Than A Knife Still Blazing Rappers.
Don't Play With Me Basterd.
Blaka, Blaka, Blaka! Don't Play With Me Casper. duck tape. Don't Play With The Rapper If i sell It To a Hoe she Gon Pay Me Faster.
b**** Make Me Rich If Not Make Me c** Then Make Me Rich. b**** blow on these Dice. Make Me Rich. I'm Bout To bet my Whole Hand On an Eight Or Six.,ten or fo,five or nine. Hey hey Lil Rapper Its Surviva Time!
Many thanks to killa bre for these LyricZZ
by
[email protected]
on lyricsplugin.com
Report lyrics