Lil’ Wayne – I Can’t Feel My Face Lyrics

hard body muthafuka got a heart of a killa

young God in the building bouta start a religion

bouta call Bin Laden up and order some missiles

bring them straight to your block and go to war with you bitches

if u hit the head been to rest falin position

shoot a nigga from on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen

cop the big boy porche with all the specifics

and I keep that torch baby call me Olympics

red white blue pill flippin skills like gymnasts

and never give bitch money blood or kidneys

when the gun goes pow I be at the finish

with the medal around my neck autographed from my ——-

the land of the murder dough crack and syringes

pull up on ya in the coupe

how fast is your engine

never talk to those that sat on the benches

boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches

these niggas want the business

ima give these boys the business

she fukin witht he boy that tought toys before christmas

got all these ho’s trippin, got al these ho’s strippin, and we aint PSC but these bitches know we tippin

I just bought a pint and aint of yall sippin

make my friends buy they own, f**k em I’m tired of being friendly

I aint gotta lie I’m just tryin to be with me

bitches up in heaven waitin on me to die to be with me

I’m crazy for being wayne,no is wayne just crazy, I’ve been around I’m still around like the geicko cavemen

hairpin trigga know I won’t shave it

I spot hip hop in the ocean I’m gon save it

the south is so dirty bitch u can’t bathe it

holly grove dog and I feel like matin

baby girl ur pussy lookin so vacant

and its f**k you and f**k Georgia bush not makin, f**k waist deep I’m in over my head

but its cool ima make it, I’m good like makin

ur girl wants me to come round like regan

ur boyfriend is softer than the cartin the eggs in,

I don’t fear nothing but god and weddings

at the top of my paper like I’m startin a heading

my homie santana yea that’s my ace

you may know us as I can’t feel my face

(verse 2)

see they don’t know where I came from

but they know where I’m goin and ill tell u just how the top feels when I’m on

in the game I’m no cheetah, ima tiger, ima cougar, ima panther, ima bingo, ocho cinco

I’m illie shirts softer than gillie, in a pair of gucci flops feelin free-er than wilie, when them niggas left I gotta little but chilly

but I just let it burn like the end of the philly

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