Iggy Azalea – Not Important Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
We are not the same
Joke’s on you, Damon Wayans
Pussy so sweet, candy cane
40-inch mane, nails lookin’ like purple rain
I’ll be in the back screamin’, “Money ain’t a thing”
You be in the front
Lookin’ bummy, you a lame
You broke crashed on me it’s a shame
Hold up
I think I’ve seen this before
No bags when he leave out the store
Hold up!
I think I’ve seen this before
Gucci belt but he sleep on the floor

[Hook]
Every night, you need a new alibi
I see right through your disguise
This ain’t what you advertise
Goodbye!
You’re not important, no doubt
I can’t endorse it, slow down
Ain’t gotta force it
Keep trying to paint that portrait
Know this, you not important

[Chorus]
Go bitch, yeah I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah I know ’bout you (You’re not important)
Don’t lie, yeah I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah I know ’bout you

[Verse 2]
You-you are not me
Pockets ain’t greased, Sandra Dee
Dubai on a shopping spree
First class seat
Had to catch a wave oversees
You tellin’ true lies, I ain’t Jamie Lee
You gotta pay the fee
Hold up! You took a swing and you missed
Down side cause you ain’t on to this
Hold up! I see that thing on your wrist
Real crazy ain’t it supposed to tik, bitch

[Hook]
Every night, you need a new alibi
I see right through your disguise
This ain’t what you advertise
Goodbye!
You’re not important, no doubt
I can’t endorse it, slow down
Ain’t gotta force it
Keep trying to paint that portrait
Know this, you not important

[Chorus]
Gold bitch, yeah, I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah, I know ’bout you
(You not important)
Don’t lie, yeah, I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah, I know ’bout you

[Bridge]
Ya’ll don’t call the shots that I do
All y’all birdies fly to my coupe
Won’t stop chirpin’ ’bout what I do
Y’all ain’t worthy bow to my shoes
Ya’ll don’t call the shots that I do
All y’all birdies fly to my coupe
Won’t stop chirpin’ ’bout what I do
Y’all ain’t worthy bow to my shoes

[Outro]
Broke bitch, yeah, I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah, I know ’bout you
Don’t lie, yeah, I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah, I know ’bout you

Vince Staples – Yeah Right Lyrics

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Is your house big? Is your car nice?
Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night?
Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?
If your song played, would they know that?
How the thug life? How the love life?
How the workload? Is your buzz right?
Do the trap jump? Is the plug right?
Got your head right? Boy, yeah right

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Pretty woman wanna slit her wrist
Pretty woman wanna be a rich man’s bitch
Pretty women want a couple kids
Pretty women want a new ass, new lips
Pretty women wanna push a Benz
Come correct and she won’t let you in
Thumbin’ through a check, she gets it in
Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend?

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Bridge: Kućka]
Got an enemy that changes dependin’ what direction
You’re facin’
Got an enemy that tells you what block and what division
You’re placed in
You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle
You’re chasin’
Keep pretendin’, make it real until every cell replaced, erased

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Pop ’til it’s fakin’
Pop ’til the wrist pop
Pop ’til he shakin’
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation
No allegation
Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation
New York nigga be like “deadass”
L.A. nigga be like “on the dead homies”
I was off the porch like Fed-Ex
211, got bread on me
K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp
Temporary pimp, nah, don’t remember them
Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin’ gym
Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty
Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early
Fade like shadows, corrallin’ the cattle
A bitches decision for you, is narrow
Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh
The physic, the chemist, the lame
Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange
Compatible for riches with more to gain
A sad nigga? Yeah right
I don’t fair fight but I bear fight
Lookin’ for my next roadkill for the headlight
Hangin’ though my last four kills for the highlights
My life, hiii life, high five, bye, bye

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

DRAKE – Skepta Interlude lyrics

It’s a madness!
Check my account, it’s a madness (Mmm)
Block that account, it’s a catfish (Yeah)
Block that account, it’s a catfish (Dubplate special)
Check my account, that’s a madness
Check my account, that’s a madness (OVO, BBK)
Block that account, that’s a catfish
Block that account, that’s a catfish

You don’t know me, you better get to know me
Stand up tall, right next to Kobe
A young G, I had the weapon on me
Slice up work like pepperoni
The police still arrest the homies
No statement, no testimony
Spit in your face with extra bogey
It’s my time, I don’t flex a Rollie
On cloud 9, a man’s extra cosy
I might switch it up and direct a movie
Pussyholes tried to execute me
Died and came back as Fela Kuti
Don’t phone me, send a text to Julie
OVO, man’s so unruly
South by, ride out, no Suzuki
Got the Austin Powers, a man’s extra groovy
Front row, jacket tailor-made
Crackhead swag with the razor blade
Red umbrella when I make it rain
My whole team winning, we don’t play your game
Sound like me but they ain’t the same
See them online tryna fake the fame
They wanna bust jokes, they think I’m Damon Wayans

It’s a madness
Check my account, it’s a madness (More Life)
Block that account, it’s a catfish
Block that account, it’s a catfish (OVO, BBK)
Check my account, that’s a madness (dubplate)
Check my account, that’s a madness (street team)
Block that account, that’s a catfish
Block that account, that’s a catfish

They’re nothing like me, I’m a fucking villain
Go against me, that’s a tough decision
Police wish I was stuck in prison
Fish eye lens on my tunnel vision
Real life greaze when I touch the riddim
Still the same guy when I touched a million
Record labels wanted us to listen
But it’s greatness only for the love of Britain
I say it how it is and no fucks are given
So don’t forget to remember me
Especially all my enemies
Keep your eyes on me with your jealousy
The most solid gang that you will ever see
Just came back from the embassy
Check my crime sheet, check my legacy
And now I’m back on tour, so what you telling me?
Taliban, Halloween
Pull up in the whip with the gasoline
Yeah, that’s that boy from the magazine
Bust my dance at the cash machine
Make her back it up, bounce on my trampoline
Like Martin Luther, man, I had a dream
Now it’s my world, you can have the scene

It’s a madness
Check my account, it’s a madness
Block that account, it’s a catfish
Block that account, it’s a catfish
Check my account, that’s a madness
Check my account, that’s a madness
Block that account, that’s a catfish
Block that account, that’s a catfish

Audio Push – Wicked (My Turn 3 Album)

[Verse 1: Oktane]
It’s on, left me here on my own
So I guess I’m back in my zone
Gotta put on there for my home
No contact if you doubt it, too many contacts in my phone
Rap circles around your favorite rappers off the top of my dome
New flows, new flows I need Pesos
Two shows back-to-back, then studio
So no time for no moody hoes
That shit lame, still the same
Damon Wayans, Major Payne
On the game, roll a [plane?] and then smoke the whole thang, whoa

[Verse 2: Price]
Hmm, look at what we got here
High as fuck in the Uber [?], need to tell you how I got here
You think my gloves got [Paris?] powder, I’m beatin’ em it’s not fair
Fuck her face ’till she cryin’, call that shit top tears
She only fuck with top-tier and that’s probably why you not here
The fake shit stops here
The homies said whenever it’s time to hop in the ride
And slide you got scared
So miss me with all them Internet threats
Don’t talk to me if you ain’t been in a jet
And I hate your nerds more than a cigarette breath
Can be lost with the loud talk
Ain’t no money in her [route?], brah
H-A, yeah times 2, pointin’ at you like "ha ha"
Bank account going gaga
A nigga still eat Popeye’s
Overdose on peroxide if I ain’t in your fucking top five
Call me daddy when we in the streets
But in the sheets, baby, call me Price
Whoopy-whoop, bleepty-bleep means if I don’t answer, don’t call me twice
Refuse to gain the world and lose my soul for all the hype
I’m Bob Marley, like
Get in tune with the Gotti [?]
And that’s on my life, we gon’ all be right
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Like a check stub, I gotta rip it
Connected like a studio equipment
Used to make plays off the cricket
Now they make way for my entrance
Got a V8 in the engine
You at home V8-sippin’
Talk ’bout healthy livin’ shit
I need 2 millions for starters
Yours, not a real artist
I’m finna go nuts, George Washington Carver
Got the logo on the bomber, rock this shit like armor
No words for your honor, R.I.P. Eric Garner, yeah
Wrist, wicked
Clique, wicked
My city, wicked
[?], wicked
I’m vibin’, wicked
So icy, wicked
That’s wifey, wicked
Don’t like me, wicked

[Outro: Oktane]
I was gon’ rap again but like, this nigga just killed that shit
So like, next one