Lyrics of AYO by Daylyt
Aww, Look At The Little New Yorkies (Hah)
They Wanna Run It With The Big Dog
(Hey, Kids, Man, Go Check Your Son Out Somewhere, Man)
They Wanna Run It With The Top Dogs
Okay, I Thought It Was A Fair Fade
The Brief Sample, That Was Just To Show You How I Air Made
Nothing Cost Me
All It Took For Joe Was A Cup Of Coffee
Hard Luck, One Cup Of Coffee, I’ll Get A Starbucks
Oh, You Sweet, For Instance
That Freak You Mentioned,
You Was In Daddy’s Studio Taking Beat Submissions
Want To Play Piggyback Trust? You Ain’t Really That Tough
Pokémon Lover, Your Favorite One Was Jiggly Pol
Let’s Fight
Let’s Fill The Floor Seats
A Contradiction From A 1V20 To A Two-on-one
Our Short Sleep Is War Peep
Time To Put Your Core Deep
You Love First Love
They Had Your Ass In The Pool, Soar Before Meet
50-foot Bed You Laid In
Two Bitcoins And We Got The Tape Of You Made
Men Who Beg The Different Eye Pop On The Average
Brought My Op In This Savage Body Lux In Times Square
Go Get A Doctor Manhattan Top
I Covered All Of My Tracks To Get The Playwriting
Scientific Faggott Take 10,000 Lux To Equal Daylight
This Is By Far Second Quarter
Body Up 50, Mic Off
Ray With The Chopper Show You This Light R
“Sheesh”
Back To You, Joe
All That Acting Ain’t In The Trenches
Don’t Be Acting Cool, Joe
Oh, I Mean, I Snatched For The Fences, Boy, Then Brought In My Art
Oh, We Think I’m Going To Go Get Hendrix
Here You Go
One More Boat, Daylight
And We’re Finished
I Seen Your Assignment, I Lean Your Alignment
Best Joint Of Yours
Got To L With All T’s Behind You
Remind Off The Assignment For Weak Decline Of Hip Hop And Equal-sided
All The Shit We Needed To Pop Was Your Way, But We Was Violent
Violate You Every Way Possible
Shit, We Fly Bait And Died With Your Eyes Wide Open
Nigger, You Died Later
Two Fingers Over The Eyes Closed In God Show
Body In The Street, No Name
What Happened To John?
Why We Got To Do This Right Now, John?
No Repeating This Up
Bodies Look Expensive On Paper
Luxury, And It’s The Death Route
Beyond What They Call A God, I’m The Best Out
The Future Is Your Name
Just Take The Hell, You Get Exed Out
The Toughest Place, Joey
I Scup Your Face, You A Muffin Cake
Sound Up And Down On You Clowns, Go In For Lux
You Wait
The Concrete Rubber Wrap Scupper Without The Rubber
Grip The Street Tough
That’s A Double Dish Show On Your Deluxe
Back By Popular Demand
Once In A Stand, You Good Kid,
Mad City Cover, Not That Advanced
Flo Bronson In The Nick Of A Time
There’s No Stopping Heat
I’m Scoring On Both Of You Niggas
It’s Joe Johnson
I Flow Like The God’s Son
The Difference Is The Fred Got A Extra D And The I-E
I’m Hoping You All Run
Focus, Joey
It’s About You And Me
Them Features Whack, You All Killing Me
The Boy Got Black-balled, Literally
I’m Wild Good
Let’s Take This Little Second To Go Talk About Childhoods Of 1999
To Be Exact, I Was 14
13 Shells Running From 12
11 Years
It’s What They Tell Me
Attendants Could Never Sell Me
Had The Nine On Me To Make Sure
My Mother Ate By Seven Six East Coast
We Moved In Another Space
Joey Watts Was Live
The Time I Took Ls And Numbers, But Still I Survived
They Thought Your Boy Was Out For The Count
But I Tell Them, Stop It, Five
Now Look At You, My New Folk, You, Joe
Now We Headed To The Third, But That’s Where I Grew Up At
I Ain’t Scared
Any Second, I’m The One
It’s Time To Spank You Gangsters
50 Said It Best
All You Know About The Great Street Gangsters
Geed Up
My Brother Shot Two Ops In Front Of My Mom
As They Spent Back As I Watched Them Leave Us
Bullets Skipped My Head
I Hit The Floor With No Feeling
The Pain Was Slow
Sort Of Shoot It Clearly
Oh, I Remember His Name Was Joe
With All This Being Said
It’s Time To Make My City Proud
Joe Couldn’t Kill Me Then And Can’t Kill Me Now
No Weapon Formed Against Me
God Will Prevent It
Told You I Ain’t All The Way Human
Haven’t Cut My Percentage
It’s A Tough Membo
Life For Me Was A Rough Limbo
Different Disability
Oh, The Doc Diagnosed Me With Up Syndrome
You Never Heard Of It, Right?
I Was Sworn In With Pain
What It Means Is I’m A Kid Who Was Born With Two Brains
It’s 50/50 Vision, Dyslexia, Autism
Got All That
Few Things That’s Unknown
Doc, Don’t Know What To Call That
The Special Kid With Special Needs
There’s No Way It Was Hellful
A 38 Special
Schizophrenic, Showing Up With 12 Walls
Master What They Considered All My Flaws
It Was God
Now I’m Unstable While I’m Walking All In Your Yard
Why Kick The Door?
I Just Ring The Doorbell With A Smile
Girl Pregnant, Open The Door
Yeah, It’s Been A While
Is Joey Here?
Yeah, She’s In The Back
Come In
As Soon As She Turned Around, Spit Her In Two
I Guess I Love, Homie
I Told You I’m A Monster, Not A Thug, Homie
You Find Me On Your Staircase With Your Baby And Her Blood On Me
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