i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie)
Gunna"i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie)" é uma música de Gunna, 2025, Pop. A música tem 2:45 de duração, 64 lines / 484 words.
Letra
0:00Mhm mhm
0:04Mhm mhm I can't feel my face
0:07Mhm mhm mm
0:11Mhm mhm mhm
0:17Still trim
0:18Tell 'em ain't past they all him
0:19Audemars wrist they know it's him
0:21I'll probably win an award Mhm
0:23Coupe with suicide doors Mhm
0:25Lil' bitty ***** don't know what's happenin'
0:27I'm really rich I don't do it for the 'Gram
0:29Now I drop heat like a torch Mhm mhm mm
0:34She say the Lamb' got her uh she say the Lamb' got her car sick
0:38I stowed it down I'm 'bout to take her to pound
0:41I give her hard dick
0:42I played around feel like I'm takin' the crown tell 'em to park it
0:47Stop in and see me and bae go eatin' hibachi
0:50I see her hand certified Jah ayy stone jumpin' like a moshpit
0:54Still got a chance number one platinum and gold I made a profit
0:57Travelin' in thе lane tryna get plugs to a play put it in a socket
1:02Wunna international he know I'm doin' songs with Asake
1:05Goin' back home on ten ****
1:06Back at my home where I'm sellin' all the rocks at
1:08Excuse my cologne still pushin' it
1:10Really goin' on I'm goin' with the process
1:13Even though this **** deeper than music I know it's a process
1:15Mhm mhm
1:19Mhm mhm mm I can't feel my face
1:23Mhm mhm mm Yeah we givin' you bad taste
1:27Mhm mhm mhm ***** **** money grind sad way
1:32Still trim
1:33Tell 'em ain't past they all him
1:35Audemars wrist they know it's him
1:37I'll probably win an award Mhm
1:39Coupe with suicide doors Mhm
1:41Lil' bitty ***** don't know what's happenin'
1:43I'm really rich I don't do it for the 'Gram
1:44Now I drop heat like a torch Mhm mhm mm
1:49Got a plug on the bricks now he stepped on
1:51You can tell by my neck that my check long
1:53Any hood that I step they respect home
1:55Any day of the week havin' stuff on
1:57New convertible still got the roof on
1:59I put black and gray paint on a two-tone
2:00Now she ******* and suckin' the gang woah Oh
2:03Double R push us Double R
2:05Hop out the suicide doors I'm shovin' and pushin'
2:08Shovin' that
2:08Watch how the cameras flash yeah they pointin' and lookin'
2:11Pointin' at
2:12Look your ***** in the eyes Yeah she crack a smile
2:14I know that she took it
2:16Mhm mhm
2:20Mhm mhm mm I can't feel my face
2:23Mhm mhm mm Yeah we givin' you bad taste
2:27Mhm mhm mhm ***** **** money grind sad way
2:33Still trim
2:34Tell 'em ain't past they all him
2:35Audemars wrist they know it's him
2:37I'll probably win an award Mhm
2:39Coupe with suicide doors Mhm
2:41Lil' bitty ***** don't know what's happenin'
2:43I'm really rich I don't do it for the 'Gram
2:45Now I drop heat like a torch Mhm mhm mm
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
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