Lil Wayne - I Can't Feel My Face lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - I Can't Feel My Face lyrics]
Yeah uh huh
The fuck was I thinking? Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
What you know 'bout it? You dig?
Weezy's the name, money's the game already
Hardbody, motherfucker
Got the heart of a killer
Young God in the building
'bout to start a religion
'Bout to call Bin Laden up
And order some missiles
Bring 'em straight to your block and
Go to war with you bitches
If you hit the head
Then the rest fall in position
Shoot a nigga on his porch
And make him fall in his kitchen
Copped a big-boy Porsche with
All the specifics and I keep that torch
Baby call me "Olympics"
Red, white, blue pill
Flip my skills like gymnasts
And never give a bitch money, blood
Or kidneys
When the gun goes "Pow, " I be at the finish
With my medal 'round my neck
Autograph on my tennis
The land of the murder, dope, crack
And syringes pull up on you in the coupe
How fat is your engine?
Never talk to those that sat on the benches
Boy, I was in the game on fourth-and-inches
These niggas want the business
I'ma give these boys the business
See you fucking with the boy
That tote toys before Christmas
Got all these hoes tripping
Got all these hoes stripping
And we ain't P$C
But them bitches know we tipping
I just bought a pint and
Ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own fuck
I'm tired of bein' friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit me
Bitches up in Heaven waiting that done
Died to be with me
I'm crazy for being Wayne
Or is Wayne just crazy?
I been around, I'm still around
Like them Geico cavemen
Hairpin trigger no, I won't shave it
I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it
The South is so dirty, bitch
You can't bathe it
Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin'
Baby girl, your pussy lookin' so vacant
And it's "Fuck you" and "Fuck Georgia Bush
" not Macon
Fuck "waist deep, " I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it
I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come
'round her like Reagan
Your boyfriend is softer than the
Carton the eggs in
I don't fear nothing but God and weddings
At the top of my paper
Like I'm starting a heading
My homie, Santana yeah, that's my ace
But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face"
Yeah weezy, bitch!
Don't give a fuck about you at all! I'm paid
Been that way for a long time
Looks like I'ma die like that
'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die haha
Yeah! See, they don't know where I came from
But they know where I'm goin'
And I'ma tell you just how the
Top feels when I'm on
In the game I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger
I'm a cougar
I'm a panther, I'm a Bengal: Ochocinco
I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie
In a pair of Gucci flops
Feeling freer than Willie
When them niggas left I
It got a little bit chilly
But I just let it burn like
The end of the Philly Weezy!
The fuck was I thinking? Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
What you know 'bout it? You dig?
Weezy's the name, money's the game already
Hardbody, motherfucker
Got the heart of a killer
Young God in the building
'bout to start a religion
'Bout to call Bin Laden up
And order some missiles
Bring 'em straight to your block and
Go to war with you bitches
If you hit the head
Then the rest fall in position
Shoot a nigga on his porch
And make him fall in his kitchen
Copped a big-boy Porsche with
All the specifics and I keep that torch
Baby call me "Olympics"
Red, white, blue pill
Flip my skills like gymnasts
And never give a bitch money, blood
Or kidneys
When the gun goes "Pow, " I be at the finish
With my medal 'round my neck
Autograph on my tennis
The land of the murder, dope, crack
And syringes pull up on you in the coupe
How fat is your engine?
Never talk to those that sat on the benches
Boy, I was in the game on fourth-and-inches
These niggas want the business
I'ma give these boys the business
See you fucking with the boy
That tote toys before Christmas
Got all these hoes tripping
Got all these hoes stripping
And we ain't P$C
But them bitches know we tipping
I just bought a pint and
Ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own fuck
I'm tired of bein' friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit me
Bitches up in Heaven waiting that done
Died to be with me
I'm crazy for being Wayne
Or is Wayne just crazy?
I been around, I'm still around
Like them Geico cavemen
Hairpin trigger no, I won't shave it
I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it
The South is so dirty, bitch
You can't bathe it
Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin'
Baby girl, your pussy lookin' so vacant
And it's "Fuck you" and "Fuck Georgia Bush
" not Macon
Fuck "waist deep, " I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it
I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come
'round her like Reagan
Your boyfriend is softer than the
Carton the eggs in
I don't fear nothing but God and weddings
At the top of my paper
Like I'm starting a heading
My homie, Santana yeah, that's my ace
But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face"
Yeah weezy, bitch!
Don't give a fuck about you at all! I'm paid
Been that way for a long time
Looks like I'ma die like that
'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die haha
Yeah! See, they don't know where I came from
But they know where I'm goin'
And I'ma tell you just how the
Top feels when I'm on
In the game I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger
I'm a cougar
I'm a panther, I'm a Bengal: Ochocinco
I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie
In a pair of Gucci flops
Feeling freer than Willie
When them niggas left I
It got a little bit chilly
But I just let it burn like
The end of the Philly Weezy!