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The Administration Mp - Cant Feel My Face Lyrics

[Intro: SosMula]
Trap-A-Holics, drop that motherfucker, man
Sleezy

[Chorus: SosMula]
Big blunt smoker (Work), big gun toter (Boom)
My first body, had to kill some'n sober (Boom, boom)
I can't wait to pill one over (Boom)
I can't feel my face, I'm still hungover (Work)
Too much smoke, you gon' need a lung donor (Boom, boom)
With the scope, I could hit your son's shoulder (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
How you niggas gon' kill a young soldier? (Fuck outta here)
Who you niggas think you gon' run over? (i>Damn, son, where'd you find this? No, no)

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Fuck the Internet, I get a hater shot, ayy (Boom, boom)
Potato on the 8-0, turn to tater tots, ayy (Boom)
Vest on your chest for the naval shots, ayy (Boom, boom)
Hole in your chest like a bagel shop, ayy (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, real trap shit)
Feds watchin' me like a cable box, ayy (Fuck outta here)
Captain Save-A-Ho, I heard you saving thots, ayy (No, no)
Lame-ass nigga, wanna be a trapper (Fuck outta here)
Fake-ass nigga, wanna be a rapper (Fuck outta here)
Spray a nigga's brains, hit him in the bladder (Boom, boom)
Take your chain, make you buy it back after (Gimme that)
Soon as you niggas whacked, I'ma laugh after (Fuck outta here)
Soon as you turn your back, I'ma backstab ya (Sleezy)
[Chorus: SosMula]
Big blunt smoker (Work), big gun toter (Boom)
My first body, had to kill some'n sober (Boom, boom)
I can't wait to pill one over (Boom)
I can't feel my face, I'm still hungover (Work)
Too much smoke, you gon' need a lung donor (Boom, boom)
With the scope, I could hit your son's shoulder (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
How you niggas gon' kill a young soldier? (Fuck outta here)
Who you niggas think you gon' run over? (No, no)

[Verse 2: Jasiah]
I'm 'bout to make you niggas choke on this blick (Choke on it)
Let it off until I hear it go click (Yeah, pow, boom, boom)
Run up on me, swear that you won't exist (Yeah, Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
And I'm not into scat but you gon' eat shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's up? (What's up?), What's up? (What's up?)
You keep talkin' shit, nigga, really, what's up? (What's up?)
I got niggas totin' sticks, on some Harry Potter shit (Yeah, yeah)
Put him in a coffin quick like a Vampire
Niggas always wanna see who the hardest (Who the hardest)
He see my gun and I swear that he sharted
Pistol whip the boy until he retarded (What? What?)
Sha-shawty make you do more tricks than a dolphin (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: SosMula]
Big blunt smoker (Work), big gun toter (Boom)
My first body, had to kill some'n sober (Boom, boom)
I can't wait to pill one over (Boom)
I can't feel my face, I'm still hungover (Work)
Too much smoke, you gon' need a lung donor (Boom, boom)
With the scope, I could hit your son's shoulder (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
How you niggas gon' kill a young soldier? (Fuck outta here)
Who you niggas think you gon' run over? (No, no)
[Outro]
Trap-A-Holics, bitch