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Paroles : CAN’T FEEL HER FACE
She can't feel her face no more
She can't feel the pain no more
She don't want these n***as in the way no more
Ain't got time for these b*t*hes in the face no more
I told em', if it ain't bout' a dollar then it don't make sense
Even if your heart is true you can still have fake friends
I know a few who make moves but they can't make ends
Once you find your way out you can't get back in
I can't feel a thing no more
I can hear the whispers in thе wind talkin' like they want it but they know thеy don't
I came with designer clothes
I'm barely out this state but I f**k foreign hoes
She wanna' f**k this sh*t, I don't stop it, you know how that goes
I'm in the city [?] on me, I'm never off the road
I'm in the city with that weight, how you gon' stop the load?
We burinin' bridges every day, we can't stop the show
We countin' cake around here, I'm tellin' you
Keep a Mac in Atlanta, I ain't from the Bay area
No love for broke b*t*hes, I'm serious
Is you really f**kin' with me, or you ain't? I'm curious
She can't feel her face no more
She can't feel the pain no more
She don't want these n***as in the way no more
Ain't got time for these b*t*hes in the face no more
I told em', if it ain't bout' a dollar then it don't make sense
Even if your heart is true you can still have fake friends
I know a few who make moves but they can't make ends
Once you find your way out you can't get back in
She can't feel the pain no more
She don't want these n***as in the way no more
Ain't got time for these b*t*hes in the face no more
I told em', if it ain't bout' a dollar then it don't make sense
Even if your heart is true you can still have fake friends
I know a few who make moves but they can't make ends
Once you find your way out you can't get back in
I can't feel a thing no more
I can hear the whispers in thе wind talkin' like they want it but they know thеy don't
I came with designer clothes
I'm barely out this state but I f**k foreign hoes
She wanna' f**k this sh*t, I don't stop it, you know how that goes
I'm in the city [?] on me, I'm never off the road
I'm in the city with that weight, how you gon' stop the load?
We burinin' bridges every day, we can't stop the show
We countin' cake around here, I'm tellin' you
Keep a Mac in Atlanta, I ain't from the Bay area
No love for broke b*t*hes, I'm serious
Is you really f**kin' with me, or you ain't? I'm curious
She can't feel her face no more
She can't feel the pain no more
She don't want these n***as in the way no more
Ain't got time for these b*t*hes in the face no more
I told em', if it ain't bout' a dollar then it don't make sense
Even if your heart is true you can still have fake friends
I know a few who make moves but they can't make ends
Once you find your way out you can't get back in
