I Can't Feel My Face
Lil' Wayne And Juelz Santana Lyrics


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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 the name, money's the game
Already

Hard body, 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 them 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 trippin', got all these hoes strippin'
And we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we're tippin'
I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own, fuck, I'm tired of being friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be with 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's 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 startin' 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
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 going
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil' Wayne and Juelz Santana's "I Can't Feel My Face" are filled with vivid and sexual imagery that highlight the duo's prowess with women, guns, and drugs. Juelz Santana opens the song by describing a sexual encounter in the back of a Bentley. He emphasizes his female partner's lack of nappy hair and her enthusiasm for giving him oral sex. He boasts about his own sexual abilities and compares his gun to a vacuum cleaner as he threatens his enemies.


Lil' Wayne's verse continues the themes of sex, drugs, and violence, but introduces more bravado and arrogance. He refers to himself as a "G" and brags about his wealth and belongings. He flaunts his sexual prowess and warns his enemies about the power of his guns. He also references gambling and encourages his listeners to take risks in life.


Overall, the lyrics paint a picture of two rappers living a fast-paced and dangerous lifestyle that glorifies sex, money, and guns. The song reflects the common themes and attitudes found in much of hip-hop music and culture.


Line by Line Meaning

As I Sit Back Relaxed Wit Her Head In My Lap In The Back Of The Bentley Gettin Head From The Back(You Know)
I'm sitting comfortably in the back of my Bentley while she's giving me head from the backseat.


And She Don't Got No Head Full Of Naps So Im Pushin On Her Head From The Back Gimmie That(Gimmie That) Up And Down Down And Up Gimmie That Laffy Taffy Came On She Gave Me Head To The Snaps Like(Doom Doom, Doom Doom Doom)
She has straight hair, so I'm grabbing her head and she's giving me head to the rhythm of the music.


She Made Me Like The Song She Wrong, Yea She Like Action She Like Work She Suck Dick Like A Vaccum Suck Dirt, I Call Her My Quicker Picker Upper Cause She Quick To Pick The Nut Up Quicker Than A Nigga Tell Her Pick The Nut Up Ya Dig,
She's good at giving head and I call her my quicker picker upper because she's quick to swallow.


Bitch Now Let Me Tell You About That Six Shot Luger That I Keep For You Busters If You Twitch Ill Shoot Ya, Ill Buck Ya, Ill Bang Ya, Ill Move Ya Like A Dead Car Battery Trust Me Ill Boost Ya No Car Cables, Ill Hang You Like A Hanger In The Closet, No Coat On The Hanger, Just Hangin In The Closet, Boy, I Can Just Leave You Where You Stand Or Just Shoot Ya In The End And Just Meet You Where You Land.
I have a six-shot gun that I keep for anyone who tries to mess with me. I'll threaten to shoot them and then either leave them where they are or follow them to their destination to make sure they don't try anything again.


I Came To Rep My Hood I Gotta Ride Clean I Gotta Smoke Good Pullin On Big Fat Cigars Like Suge I Aint Gotta Explain Whatâs Already Understood
I'm representing my neighborhood and I need to have a clean car and good weed. I smoke cigars like Suge Knight and I don't need to explain why I like these things.


Baby Im A G Im Trying To Get Full That Hot Ass 380 Keep Ya Warm Like Wool Niggas Talkin Shit I Wish Nigga Would Boy Smellin Like Shit From A Bull Boy
I'm a gangster and I want to be successful. My 380 gun keeps me warm like wool and I want people who talk about me to stop. They smell bad like manure from a bull.


I Gotta Lot But I Can Never Get Enough Man Them 26 Inches Got The Low Low Sittin Up Mamma I Can Fix Ya So U Need To Hook It Rocky Marciano How I Beat The Pussy Up
I have a lot of things, but I always want more. My car with its 26-inch wheels is sitting low. I can fix things for my mom and I'm good at having sex like Rocky Marciano was good at boxing.


Nigga You Aint No Piranha Playin Pussy Gettin Fucked Hit A Nigga From A Hundered Yards Like (Click), Shit You Really Dont Understand Dog Chopper Split Yo Ass In Half And They Can Share Ya'll Thats The Game Stop Lookin For A Fair Call Pussycat Niggas Watch Em Cough Up A Hairball Lookin At Niggas Like Why You Gotta Stare Dog Choppas Cut Heads Off It Doesnt Cut Hair Off These Niggas Air Soft Yeah Soft Shell Tacos Mild Sauce Move The Ferrari Like A Wild Horse Or Ill Get Chofered Like A Mob Boss
You're not a tough guy and you're just having sex like a wimp. I can shoot you from a hundred yards and my chopper can split you in half. Stop looking for fairness in this game. When you mess with us, you'll regret it. You'll cough up a hairball when trying to stare at us. Our choppers will cut off heads, not hair. These guys are soft like a mild sauce on a soft shell taco. I'll drive my Ferrari like a wild horse or have someone drive me like a mob boss.


Yeah Feel My Swagger Nigga Im Softer Than A Night Sword Blade And Dagger Dont Play Wit Me Bastard Dont Play Wit Me Casper Duct Tape Dont Break The Wrapper Ill Sell It To Em Whole And Theyll Pay Me Faster, Bitch Make Me Rich If Not Make Me Cum Then Make Me Grits Bitch Blow On These Dice Make Me Rich Then Watch Me Bet My Whole Hand On A Eight Or A Six, A Ten Or A Four, A Five Or Nine Hey Hey Little Rappers Its Survival Time.
I have a confident personality, but I'm not as tough as I seem. Don't mess with me or play games. If you try to take me down, I'll sell you broken things and you'll still pay full price. Make me rich by betting on my dice game or by having sex with me. I'll even put my whole hand on the line to win. Little rappers, it's time to play to survive.




Lyrics © AAT MUSIC
Written by: Jeff Page, Joe Cooley, Rodney Oliver

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@tariqmartin3528

2022 And this still harder then anything out!!! Timeless Wayne 😎🔥🔥🔥

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a man after my own heart

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@VideoScruuub

I always come back to this song. Had so many mix tapes of lil wayne in my car from 2008-2011 they were coming left and right. Lil Wayne was insane at that point.

@beatsbythekilo

10000%

@BlaiseHappy

You were late this was 06’

@co0ki3M0NstAr

​@@BlaiseHappyokay I'm glad it's not just me I'm like this came out my sophomore year 2006

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