LIL WAYNE & JUELZ SANTANA - I Can't Feel My Face lyrics

rate me

Blow, Blow, Blow

[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 Bentley, 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 to It Snaps like Doom, Doom,Da,Da,Doom,Doom.

She Made Me Like The Song Cuz She Wrong,

Yeah, She bout action bout Work, She Suck Dick Like A Vaccum Suck Dirt.

I Call her the quicker picker upper cuz she quick to pick a nut up, quicker then a nigga tell her pick the nut up, ya dig Bitch!

Let me tell bout this six shot ruger that i keep for you bustas,

if you twitch i'll shoot ya. i'll buck ya, i'll bang ya,

i'll move ya like a dead car battery, trust me i'll boost ya no car cables. i'll hang ya like a hanger in the closet,

no coat on the hanger, just hang ya in the closet. BOY, i could just leave you where you stand, or i could shoot you in the air,

then meet you where you land.

[Lil Wanye:]

Yeah, Ha Ha, I Can't Feel My Face

L fuck with me, Yessir

I Came To Rep My Hood.

I Gotta Ride Clean

I Gotta Smoke Good.

I'm Pullin On Big Fat Cigars Like Suge.

I Aint Got To Explain what's already Understood,

Baby I'ma G I'm Just Tryna Get Full.

The Hotest Antstriated Keep It Warm Like Wool.

Niggas Talkin Shit, I Wish A Nigga Would, Boy.

Smellin Like Shit From A Bull, Boy.

I Got Alot But I Can Never Get Enough Man Twenty-Six Inches,

Got The Lo Lo's sittin up, Yup! Mama I Can beat ya ,

So You Need To Hook It Up, Yup! Rocky Maziano How I Beat The Pussy Up, Yup!

Your not a Soprano Play Pussy get fucked. Hit a nigga from a hundred yards like, Cluck! Ha Ha,You Really Aint Prepared Dog, Chopper Split Your Ass In Half, Now they can Share Y'all.

Thats The Game Stop Looking For A Fair Call.

Pussy Cat Nigga's Watch Them Cough Up A Hair Ball.

Looking At Nigga's Like Why You Gotta Stare Dawg?

Choppa Cuts Heads Off, It Doesn't Cut Hair Off.

These Nigga's Is Air Soft, Soft Shell Taco, Mild Sauce.

Move the Ferrari Like A Wild Horse.

Or I get shofered Like A Mob Boss.

Yeah, Feel My Swagger Nagger.

I'm Sharper Than A Knife, sword, blade and dagga.

Don't Play With Me Bastard.

Bluka, Bluka, Bluka!

Don't Play With Me Casper.

Duck Tape, Dont Brake the Rapper

I sell it to them whole, They Gon Pay Me Faster.

Yeah, Bitch Make Me Rich, If Not Make Me Cum Then Make Me Grits. Bitch Blow On These Dice. Make Me Rich.

Now Watch me Bet my whole hand on an eight or a Six.

a 10 or 4, a 5 or 9. Hey, Hey little rappers its survival time.

Thanks to Mike Kz for these lyrics