Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Important , by - Iggy Azalea. Release date: 01.12.2019
Song language: English
Not Important |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |