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• I Can't Feel My Face • | by Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana
Blow, Blow, Blow
(Lil Wayne:) I Can't Feel My Face
Ha Ha I Can't....
(Juelz Santana:) I Can't Feel My Face
Just Make It Up

(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 Cuhz She Wrong, Yeah, She About Asked You About Work, She Suck Dick Like A Vaccum Suck Dirt. A Cold Hearted Quick To Pick A Rubber Quick To Pick Another Quicker Than A Nigga Tell Her You Dig Bitch! Now Let Me Tell You About The Six Shot Rouger That I Keep For You Buster If You Twitch I'll Shoot You I Dust You I'll Bang You, I'll Remove You Like A Died Car Battery Trust Me I'll Booste You No Car Cables. I'll Hang You Like Ahanger 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 Land.

(Lil Wanye:)
I Can't Feel My Face, Ha Ha, I Can't Feel My Face! Juelz Work With Me

I Came To Rep My Hood.
I Gotta Ride Clean
I Gotta Smoke Good.
I'm Pullin On Big fat Cigars Like Sug'. I Aint Got To Explain Whats Already Understood, Baby I'ma G I'm Just Tryna Get full.
The Hot ass 380 Keep me Warm Like Wool. Nigga Talkin Shit! I Wish A Nigga Would Boy.
Smellin Like Shit From A Bull Boy.
I Got Alot But I Can Never Get Enough Yep Them Twenty-Six Inches Got The Low Low sittin Up, Yup! Mama I Can Hook you So You Need To Fix It Up, Yup! Rocky Marciana I Beat The Pussy Up, Yup! U ain't no Sopran play pussy get Fucked. Hit A Nigga From A hundred Yards Like klok! Yeah, You Really Aint Prepared Dawg Choppa Split Your Ass In Half, And now They Can Share Y'all. Thats The Game Stop Looking For A Fair Call. Pussy Cat Niggas 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.
I move The Ferrari Like A Wild Horse.
Or I Get Shouffered Like A Mob Boss.
Feel My Swagger Nagger.
I'm Sharper Than A Knife sword blade and dagger.
Don't Play With Me Basterd.
Pakup, pakup pakup! Don't Play With Me Casper. Duct tape Don't Break The Rapper If I Sell It To These Hoes They Gunna Pay Me Faster.
Bitch Make Me Rich If Not Make Me Cum Then Make Me grits. Now Blow On These Dice Make Me Rich. I'm Bout To bet A Whole Hand on an Eight or Six. a Ten o Four, Five or Nine. Hey Hey Lil Rapper Its Survival Time!
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Comments:
 # 1 | B.G.:

wow lil waynes verse is all jacked up...there is alot wrong, needs major work
on 18 December 2006
 

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