Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CAN'T FEEL MY FACE, artist - SosMula. Date of issue: 19.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CAN'T FEEL MY FACE |
| 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) |