Jasiah "Spydas" Antney - CAN'T FEEL MY FACE lyrics

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Jasiah "Spydas" Antney - CAN'T FEEL MY FACE lyrics

[Intro: SosMula] Trap-A-Holics, drop that motherfu*ker, man Sleezy [Chorus: SosMula] 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 ni**as gon' kill a young soldier? (fu*k outta here) Who you ni**as think you gon' run over? (No-no, damn, son, where'd you find this?) [Verse 1: SosMula] fu*k the Internet, I get a hater shot, ayy (Boom boom) Potato on the 8-0, 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 sh*t) Feds watchin' me like a cable box, ayy (fu*k outta here) Captain Save-A-Ho, I heard you saving thots, ayy (No-no) Lame-ass ni**a wanna be a trapper (fu*k outta here) Fake-ass ni**a wanna be a rapper (fu*k outta here) Spray a ni**a's brains, hit him in the bladder (Boom boom) Take your chain, make you buy it back after (Gimme that) Soon as you ni**as whacked, I'ma laugh after (fu*k outta here) Soon as you turn your back, I'ma backstab ya (Sleezy) [Chorus: SosMula] 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 ni**as gon' kill a young soldier? (fu*k outta here) Who you ni**as think you gon' run over? (No-no) [Verse 2: Jasiah] I'm 'bout to make you ni**as 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, Trap-A-Holics, real trap sh*t) And I'm not into scat but you gon' eat sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah) What's up? (What's up?), What's up? (What's up?) You keep talkin' sh*t, ni**a, really, what's up? (What's up?) I got ni**as totin' sticks on some Harry Potter sh*t (Yeah, yeah) Put him in a coffin quick like a Vampire ni**as 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?) Sha-shawty make you give her more drinks than a dolphin (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: SosMula] 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 ni**as gon' kill a young soldier? (fu*k outta here) Who you ni**as think you gon' run over? (No-no)

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