a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

flamingo - k. enagonio lyrics

[intro]
ey

[chorus: k. enagonio]
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

[verse 1:k. enagonio]
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 an entrepreneur, tеllin’ me i’m a badass
ayy, chip on the shoulder, chip on thе forehead
chip on the canvas (canvas)
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, i don’t really got a ton of manners
all i really want to do is damage (d*mn)
[chorus: k. enagonio]
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: k. enagonio]
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
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
[chorus: k. enagonio]
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 (ayy)

[verse 3: whitney peyton]
ey
goin’ for the tip top
been that b*tch
so i never gotta flip flop
hookah smoke with the bazooka flow
i’m makin’ everybody duck
can’t f*ck with a big shot
you don’t really wanna get it twisted
i’ve been comin’ from the rip
and i’mma get it with a little bit of diction
dissin’ and callin’ me “cringey”
but listen, i spit for a living now picture me different
this is my day job
f*ck what you say dawg
i ain’t religious, but gimme a beat
i need something to pray on
snap back j’s on
my cash app games strong
and i’m roastin’ peeps who ghosted me
this song is a seance
i’m calling ’em out
you know the name, it’s been all in your mouth
i know the industry put me through h*ll
put the work in ungodly amounts
keep all the clout
i need a house
f*ck all the days i would sleep on the couch
i need a lover who loves me undoubtedly
love to go down on me
queen of the south
wow, step back
i don’t take l’s, only set backs
underdog
yeah, i rep that
i’ve been stepped upon and straight laughed at
but i shook it off, i looked past that
took the fall then i lashed back
comin’ right for that whole booty
i don’t do this sh*t half*assed
and that’s facts now mad cats callin’ my like it’s
bingo
haters got no legs to stand on
looking like f*ckin’ flamingos

- k enagonio lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular