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ayo kyle - so fly a-yo lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh (flamingo)
(yo, yo, yo)
yeah, ayy (yeah, ayy)
yeah, yeah, yeah, go

[verse 1]
i deserve a clap-clap, let me get a flashback
i was selling weed to all the kids out of my backpack
just to let the cash stack, put it in a trash bag
savin’ up my studio money ’cause i’m a lab rat
i was in the back-back, always getting laughed at
princ-p-l tellin’ me i was going down a bad path
now everybody who was calling me a loser
wanna be a entrepreneur, tellin’ me i’m a bad-ss
ayy, chip on the shoulder, chip on the forehead
chip on the canvas (canvas)
ayy (ayy), that big man on campus
way too big for the campus (campus)
ayy (ayy), oh they want me to roll over
and do tricks for the cameras (cameras)
ayy (ayy), i don’t really got a ton of manners
all i really want to do is damage (d-mn)

[chorus]
incognito (-nito)
don’t know where that he go (he go)
she go down, torpedo
i get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
i be on top of the steeple (steeple)
i do it all for the ego (ego)
i do it all for my ego (ego)
i do it all for my ego (chill)
incognito (-nito)
don’t know where that he go (he go)
she go down, torpedo
i get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
i be on top of the steeple (steeple)
i do it all for the ego (ego)
i do it all for my ego
i do it all for my ego

[verse 2]
nah, nah, i think you get nada
can’t afford a pj but i fly in my pajama
i rap about my problems, this sh-t i don’t tell mama
then show my fans like “voilà”
i’m so f-cked up, haha
in school, i just heard “blah-blah”
teachers said i’m artistic
either that or autistic
tomato, tomata
i wanna make some dolla
don’t wanna be like papa
i wanna pay his bills like magic and tell them haters ta-da
pull up to my dad when he call on me
pull up with a bag like it’s all on me
pull up with a chick, now she on me
stop tuggin’ on my shirt, that’s givenchy
that’s three plus three
that’s six hundred for the t-shirt
please keep it secret, don’t call my mother
i copped that sh-t, won’t cop another
’cause mom still workin’ a job this summer
and she belong at the beach
toes all in the sand (sand)
mommy told me since thirteen i was grown motherf-ckin’ man
groupie in the van, baby on my hand, lady and the tramp
d-mn, maybe all the glam made me what i am
and pay me in advance, take a f-cking chance
brady with the hand
i spit at the camera, i feel like i’m pac
i do my own dance, i don’t milly rock
step out of line then i be on the dot
i’m- clean with the shots

[verse 3]
i’ma do it only for the people who be lookin’ at me
like the compet-tion and they wishin’ i don’t pop
i’ma get a ‘rari and a bentley and a audi
just to put them in the back of the video as a prop
i don’t even know about the cars
but i’ma get them all just to look in the garage
i’ma get a drop-top just to be closer to god
he gon’ be lookin’ at me, he gon’ be givin’ me props
he gon’ be giving me jobs, he gon’ be giving me guap
he gon’ be giving me b-tches, they gon’ be giving me top
i think i’m son of a gun, i think i’m son of a god
and i’ma be coming back if they put me up on a cross
put me up in the chapel, put me up in the castle
i’ma be on the horsey, put me up on the saddle
tell me who want to battle, if it isn’t a h-ssle
tell me who is the goat, and i’ma k!ll off the cattle
i’ma k!ll off a hero, now they sayin’ i’m evil
to me though i’m like dalai lama
he flow just like agua, agua
deepthroat just like a anaconda
they want me to be down and under
but i jump right in with a cowabunga
i’ma come out clean, never doubt or wonder
i’ma k!ll them all, then i count the number
and i don’t care if it’s a thousand gunners
and a semi-automatic with the sound of thunder
i’ma get my cash like a bounty hunter
if you prayed for my fall, you are out of luck-a
and my stomach growl like i’m out of supper
i’m power-hungry, this power-hunger
i eat whatever my mouth is up in
drink sewer water right out the gutter
i’m a basket case, i’m a magic maker
smooth as potato with an ounce of b-tter
i’m dirty-dirty, you now will suffer
i make you cry just to shower under, muhf-cker

[chorus]
incognito (-nito)
don’t know where that he go (he go)
she go down, torpedo
i get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
i be on top of the steeple (steeple)
i do it all for the ego (ego)
i do it all for my ego (ego)
i do it all for my ego
incognito (-nito)
don’t know where that he go (he go)
she go down, torpedo
i get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
i be on top of the steeple (steeple)
i do it all for the ego (ego)
i do it all for my ego
i do it all for my ego

- ayo kyle lyrics

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