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Can't Feel Video (MV)




Performed By: Bally Money
Length: 1:45
Written by: Bally Money, Chad Thomas




Bally Money - Can't Feel Lyrics




I don't know what I feel... aye
Groupie bitch just called me off a f*cking pill
Mane I'm racing to these riches I need plenty mills
And I just upped my f*cking doses I can't even feel
These bitches crying on my phone, like "Bally whats ya deal?"
These niggas lying to my face like pussy keep it real
I put that gold around my neck & put it on my grill
I got this fire up in me but I cant even feel

On my dick like a real tick
She f*ck me & make me a meal quick
My wrists, my ears, they real sick
I'm rolling, they set me a real pick
She happy she fell on a real dick
When I'm in it, I'm hitting the kill switch
These bitches they mad they real pissed
Upgrading the bag that's real shit
I gotta watch who I f*ck with
They trynna talk just to know shit
That shit bogus
Folks I grew up with
That shit some hoe shit
Can't knock my focus
And you can quote this
My eyes is open

I smoke a lot of weed so I'm floating
Freak bitch hit my line & she open
New plan finna put it in motion
Bitch riding while Gelato I'm rolling

These bitches crying on my phone, like "Bally whats ya deal?"
These Niggas lying to my face like pussy keep it real
I put that gold around my neck & put it on my grill
I got this fire up in me but I can't even feel
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I don't know what I feel... aye
Groupie bitch just called me off a f*cking pill
Mane I'm racing to these riches I need plenty mills
And I just upped my f*cking doses I can't even feel
These bitches crying on my phone, like "Bally whats ya deal?"
These niggas lying to my face like pussy keep it real
I put that gold around my neck & put it on my grill
I got this fire up in me but I cant even feel

On my dick like a real tick
She f*ck me & make me a meal quick
My wrists, my ears, they real sick
I'm rolling, they set me a real pick
She happy she fell on a real dick
When I'm in it, I'm hitting the kill switch
These bitches they mad they real pissed
Upgrading the bag that's real shit
I gotta watch who I f*ck with
They trynna talk just to know shit
That shit bogus
Folks I grew up with
That shit some hoe shit
Can't knock my focus
And you can quote this
My eyes is open

I smoke a lot of weed so I'm floating
Freak bitch hit my line & she open
New plan finna put it in motion
Bitch riding while Gelato I'm rolling

These bitches crying on my phone, like "Bally whats ya deal?"
These Niggas lying to my face like pussy keep it real
I put that gold around my neck & put it on my grill
I got this fire up in me but I can't even feel
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Writer: Bally Money, Chad Thomas
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