Drake – No Face ft. Playboi Carti

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Subsequently, this uncovered rendition is a sequel to “Drake,” his hit song, which has gained tons of favorable comments and streams since its delivery.

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Drake is a great music sensation, songwriter, who just emerged with a melodious tune tagged “No Face.”

 

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Drake – No Face ft. Playboi Carti lyrics

[Intro: Drake]

Ayy, what? What? What?

 

[Verse 1: Drake]

This is the shit that my daddy had raised me on

Niggas got lit off the features I skated on

I gotta know, I gotta know

How you get lit off the nigga you hatin' on?

Numbers untouchable, they got the data wrong

This is the moment I know they been prayin' on

What? Ayy, what? Ayy

Try knock The Boy off, but fuck it, I'm stayin' on

O' keep on sendin' me slaps to go crazy on

40 keep sayin' it's time to be patient

It's so many people we turnin' the tables on

Capo got plans, but we'll save that for later on

Hush'll keep sayin' they know that they played it wrong

KD just texted, "What the fuck are we waitin' on?" (Damn)

Me, I'm expressionless

Niggas be talkin' 'bout, "Don't shoot the messenger"

Fah-fah-fah, you get shot for way less in here

None of you pussies is blockin' my blessin's here, what?

 

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]

All these years throwin' success in your face

All of these baddies obsessed with my face

All the shit they don't address in my face

I can't be showin' no stress in my face, what? Yeah

 

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]

No face, no face, no face

No face, no face, no face, no face, no face

No face, no face, no face

No face, no face, no face

No face, no face, no face

What? (Phew), yuh

No face, no face, no face, no face (Yeah)

No face, no face, no face, no face, no face, no-

 

[Verse 2: Drake]

I don't get sleepy off no melatonin

My therapist put in a thirty day notice

'Cause I keep on talkin' 'bout beefin' and business and money and women

It's no diagnosis, they emptied the clip (Pff)

Quick, swap that shit out, and I came back reloaded

I'm just so happy that niggas who envied and held that shit in got to finally show it

I'm over the Moon, yeah, we'll see you boys soon

I'm spreadin' my wings, I hop out cocoon

I'm studio trappin', I'm locked in the room, what?

 

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]

All these years throwin' success in your face

All of these baddies obsessed with my face

All the shit they don't address in my face

I can't be showin' no stress in my face, what? Yeah

 

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]

No face, no face, no face

No face, no face, no face, no face, no face

No face, no face, no face

No face, no face, no face

No face, no face, no face

What? (Phew), yuh

No face, no face, no face, no face (Yeah)