Search results for 'Don't Print, Idiot'

Pussy Print

Kanye West

Everybody Looking

2016

millions
Bitch don't ask me who I'm voting for 'cause I got all the presidents
My bitch walk 'round in lingerie, out there, she think she elegant
There's

(Jamison boy oh boy!)

Bitch you don't make what I'm making
Blow her back, now her body is aching
Niggas can't fuck with cadence
They seen me

How can you trust what is real when you don't have any power over the narrative

In fine print, they strip us of our fight
In fine print, they strip

Tell me where to go
I don't even care now
I don't wanna know
It only goes to show

I'm an idiot
I'm an idiot

I don't know your name now
Sowing

Jack the Idiot Dunce

The Kinks

The Kinks Present Schoolboys in Disgrace

1975

the Idiot Dunce

And when we laugh at the clothes he wears,
Jack just smiles 'cos he don't care
He's a fool! He's a ninny!
He's a twit! He's a chump!

an idiot
Don't be an idiot
Don't be an idiot
Don't be an idiot

Living with my baby she always whines
Looking at the mobile to waste some time
No longer with

cent worried bout what I do
I can't stoop to no h*e level I'm too up like I'm the roof 
Ask a h*e why she don't like me she play dumb, don't have a clue

where I told you my intent
If you read the fine print, it carries my intentions
It's all about intentions
For real
Yeah, look
I don't trust a soul, I

and oil to kill our Soil

Print, our own money
Kill the banks money for free
Print, our own money
Kill the banks money for free
Print, our own money
Kill

don't know that the truth is
Like who's this? "Oh, he's just somebody is school with"
The Goose hit, then I started acting a fool
A nuisance, life was not

lifes
Yeah yeah
Every night we go high
Ghouls coming out for the night and I could
Cut 'em all down when they creeping, sliming
I don't really fuck around

it, I'd try looking in the fine print, I'd try looking in the place you probably
don't wanna go, parts of you you might rather ignore, maybe look in

Roll the dice, then you spin the ball
Peppermint I got from Robert Ross
Man, it's hard as fuck to be a boss
Leopard print, but I don't know the cost

to discuss who is the king of rap
I'm too gifted for that, I don't walk twisted paths

Read the fine print, put extra rhythm to tracks
Mind hidden traps, never

Yeah, Don

Big fat machine pon a idiot
Big fat machine pon a idiot
If a bwoy try test, then a mi dat
If a bwoy try test, then a mi dat
Big fat

(raise)
This fucking bar until I’m feeling starstruck, I don’t want the fame (fame)
A heavy heart cos that’s the shit I come with, jotting on this page

I met a cow once, it said moo
And I'm here to give you something new
Who am I?... I don't have a clue
I'm an animal, I live in a zoo

I'm Idiot

A.K.A. I-D-I-O-T

The Hives

Barely Legal

1997

a question of low iq. 
Cause if it was well then the answer wouldn't be me but you. 
A.K.A I-D-I-O-T, don't know who the hell 
I'm supposed to be I-D-I-O-T

precisam apenas um sinônimo
Para montar um coral eletrônico
Que fica repetindo que a obsolescência
Don't stop, don't stop

Cuidado com porque print não

Got a seat facing the engine
So I don't have to face where I've been
Luggage on the rack, no reason to look back
At all my wrecked and reckless gypsy

[Chorus]
He like ‘‘em thick, hella rich no mediocre pussy print, coke bottle body stunting on these bitches like a flick

Got a new nigga fine

When I wake up she will call me
Hope from a night we spent
And I feel the feelings coming
Don't hesitate one breath

Caught in the light she glows

kind
If you tell me to be kind
Because I believe the symbols
I believe the cymbals
I believe the symbols when I see them
But I don't know if it's God

I'ma take the geese and chinchilla coat on a walk and
Don't forget the cheetah print, speed up, come here, record it
If that shit ain't bleedin'