i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie)

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Lyrics:

Mhm I can't feel my face Mhm Still Trump, tell 'em ain't past they all him All on my wrist they know it's him I prolly win an award Coupe with suicide doors Lil bitty bitch, don't know who's him I'm really rich, I'ont do for the 'gram And I drop heat like a torch Mhm She said Atlanta got up She said Atlanta got a cuss seat I stowed it down, I'm 'bout to take it a pound I give her hard dick I playin' around, feel like I'm takin' the crown Tell 'em to park it Stop in and see me and bae goin' eat a Hibachi I see her hand, certified JAH. Stone Jump like a mosh pit Still got a chance, number one platinum and gold I made a profit Travelin' in the lane, try to get the plug to a play Put it in a socket Wanted internationally known doing a song with a soccet Goin' back home off 10 shit, back at my home off, sellin' at the Roxy Excuse my cologne, still pushin' it, really goin' on, I'm goin' with the process Even though this shit deeper than music, I know its a process Mhm I can't feel my face Givin' you a bad taste Bitch, we pourin' it the last way Still Trump, tell 'em ain't past they all him All on my wrist they know it's him I prolly win an award Coupe with suicide doors Lil bitty bitch, don't know who's him I'm really rich, I'ont do for the 'gram And I drop heat like a torch Huh, I put my hands on a new lamb Hang with gorillas, I'm Tarzan I got my religion, just God damn I might be ready to call I just might ask for the punchin' and jabbin' the cat Then I don't tap it no more High dress code I been out poppin' these best hoes Put on that water with fresh toes Hurtin' her pound on that case, huh Body like Rubi Rose I done had a few of these hoes Truth be told, ain't they really new to me though I promise you that Flyin' in the vert then put you in the dirt My niggas been tough since ten No friends Big steppin' in rain and sleet and snow on Timbs Real trim I tried to tell 'em I was beatin' on these niggas, but it is what it is Ain't none of 'em Heard he talkin' outside, but he tend to get quiet when I see him It's a reason Still Trump, tell 'em ain't past they all him All on my wrist they know it's him I prolly win an award Coupe with suicide doors Lil bitty bitch, don't know who's him I'm really rich, I'ont do for the 'gram And I drop heat like a torch Mhm