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

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

Lyrics by：Sergio Kitchens/Ceron Lee/Amman Moosa Nurani/Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa

Produced by：Don Oskar/Evergrn

Mhm mhm

Mhm mhm I can't feel my face

Mhm mhm mm

Mhm mhm mhm

Still trim

Tell 'em ain't past they all him

Audemars wrist they know it's him

I'll probably win an award Mhm

Coupe with suicide doors Mhm

Lil' bitty ***** don't know what's happenin'

I'm really rich I don't do it for the 'Gram

Now I drop heat like a torch Mhm mhm mm

She say the Lamb' got her uh she say the Lamb' got her car sick

I stowed it down I'm 'bout to take her to pound

I give her hard dick

I played around feel like I'm takin' the crown tell 'em to park it

Stop in and see me and bae go eatin' hibachi

I see her hand certified Jah ayy stone jumpin' like a moshpit

Still got a chance number one platinum and gold I made a profit

Travelin' in thе lane tryna get plugs to a play put it in a socket

Wunna international he know I'm doin' songs with Asake

Goin' back home on ten ****

Back at my home where I'm sellin' all the rocks at

Excuse my cologne still pushin' it

Really goin' on I'm goin' with the process

Even though this **** deeper than music I know it's a process

Mhm mhm

Mhm mhm mm I can't feel my face

Mhm mhm mm Yeah we givin' you bad taste

Mhm mhm mhm ***** **** money grind sad way

Still trim

Tell 'em ain't past they all him

Audemars wrist they know it's him

I'll probably win an award Mhm

Coupe with suicide doors Mhm

Lil' bitty ***** don't know what's happenin'

I'm really rich I don't do it for the 'Gram

Now I drop heat like a torch Mhm mhm mm

Got a plug on the bricks now he stepped on

You can tell by my neck that my check long

Any hood that I step they respect home

Any day of the week havin' stuff on

New convertible still got the roof on

I put black and gray paint on a two-tone

Now she ******* and suckin' the gang woah Oh

Double R push us Double R

Hop out the suicide doors I'm shovin' and pushin'

Shovin' that

Watch how the cameras flash yeah they pointin' and lookin'

Pointin' at

Look your ***** in the eyes Yeah she crack a smile

I know that she took it

Mhm mhm

Mhm mhm mm I can't feel my face

Mhm mhm mm Yeah we givin' you bad taste

Mhm mhm mhm ***** **** money grind sad way

Still trim

Tell 'em ain't past they all him

Audemars wrist they know it's him

I'll probably win an award Mhm

Coupe with suicide doors Mhm

Lil' bitty ***** don't know what's happenin'

I'm really rich I don't do it for the 'Gram

Now I drop heat like a torch Mhm mhm mm