Letra de i can’t feel my face - Gunna

(Feat. Nechie)

Mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)

Mhm, mhm, mm

Mhm, mhm, mhm

Still trim

Tell 'em they passed, they all him

Audemars wrist, they know it's him

I'll probably win an award (Mhm)

Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)

Lil' bitty bitch, they 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 Lam' got her, uh, she say the Lam' got her carsick

I slow it down, I'm 'bout to take her to pound, I give her hard dick

Ain't playin' around, feel like I'm takin' the crown, tell 'em to park it

Stop in and see me and bae go and eat at hibachi

I see her hand, certified GIA stone, jumpin' like a mosh pit

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

Travelin' the land, tryna get plugs to a plan, put it in a socket

Wunna international, you know I'm doin' songs with Asake

Goin' back home off 10s, she back at my home while I'm sittin' where the rocks at

Excuse my cologne, still pushin' it, really goin' on, I'm goin' with the process

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

Mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)

Mhm, mhm, mm (You let it came with a bad taste)

Mhm, mhm, mhm (Bitch, if you fuck 'round and go out the sad way)

Still trim

Tell 'em they passed, they all him

Audemars wrist, they know it's him

I'll probably win an award (Mhm)

Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)

Lil' bitty bitch, they 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 the two-tone

Now she fuckin' and suckin' the gang, woah (Oh)

Double R pushes (Double R)

Hop out them suicide doors, shovin' and pushin' (Shovin' and)

Watch all the cameras flash, yeah, they pointin' and lookin' (Pointin' and)

Look your bitch in the eyes (Yeah), she crack a smile, just know that she took it

Mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)

Mhm, mhm, mm (You let it came with a bad taste)

Mhm, mhm, mhm (Bitch, if you fuck 'round and go out the sad way)

Still trim

Tell 'em they passed, they all him

Audemars wrist, they know it's him

I'll probably win an award (Mhm)

Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)

Lil' bitty bitch, they 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)

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