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lirik lagu not the face – corey patrick

[intro]
yea yea, cp
yea, chickenfingers

[chorus]
i’m so f-cking high, i feel the beat but not my face
i know my drank’s too strong but i can’t even taste it
going crazy, cause this b-tch saying she loves me
but i know she’s trying to play me
know the game and that it’s filled up with fugazi’s

[verse 1]
riding around the town and i’m smoked out
more clouds than a rainy day when we toke loud
folks proud, cause a younging always on his grind
on shawty train i’m running, i got hundreds on my mind
and i’ll be gotd-mned if somebody fronts on my man
try me in the city, sticks, or find me in the island
chopping up the beat but you don’t want to see me violent
chopping up the heap and it’s still shining like a diamond
white man, with some brown skin, and a green thumb
medusa on the belt, looking g’d up
fill her solo, she got d cups
for the low-low, when i re-up
i need mo-mo, never enough
never run dry, trees on bonsai
asian girl mixed, like a mai tai
p-ssy out this world, coochie sci-fi
i be way up, cp high rise
my team rude boys, bunch of wise guys
i got connects, like some wifi
serve them out the window, like a drive-by

[verse 2]
too turnt should i turn back
got a bag full of herb, finna burn that
respect on my name, cp earned that
probably got it because i brought it in a burlap
shawty bad but i ain’t about to buy a birk’ bag
sometimes i’m quiet but i’m not the one to chirp at
i’m smoking loud, the blunt be screaming “bl–dy murder!”
pull up on you like yea n-gga what the word now
you talking street until i turn you to a curb mouth
so call me “daddy”, listen son you need to learn now
i’m f-cking sentences and giving birth to word childs
a little b-tch ain’t something that the world is going to turn around
i’ve been going so hard day to day
i’ve been with these ho’s off lean, molly, and k
no time for a fake, cause these n-ggas deceive like some makeup
a lot of ho’s want a ring so they fake love so i’m cool
don’t need a boo because i’ve got jewels and i’ve got goons
and they’ve got juice
and they don’t want hands because they’ve got tools
hate to get reckless but i can’t get played as a fool
in the rear view see them watching my moves
i’m hot with the tunes but i’m a hot boy
so i still get stopped by the blues
that’s inevitable, peep what i pulled up in
and after that check out his shoes, i don’t play fair
i’m such a good sport
i ain’t a bad sport because my team doesn’t lose
call up your squad and we’ll mob on your crew
your chick wipe me down, call it swabbing the deck
under my gucci’s and pulled down my true’s
making some plays while your chick give me neck

- corey patrick

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