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DOGTOOTH Song Lyrics




She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return

Her body count and who she fuck ain't never my concern (I think it's weird)

I'm tryna buy my neighbor house (we back at it, dogtooth, yuh, dogtooth, yuh)


She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return

Except for some her time and all her love, that's my concern

I'm tryna buy my neighbor house and turn it to a yard

If you don't know my grandma name, then we ain't really dogs, bitch


I shook your hand, I don't respect

Don't call me King, I'm not your twin

I'm not your brother, we just met

See, I won't purchase her no Birkin (uh)

Got hobbies (uh), got purpose (woo)

Got thumpers, I'm perfect (uh)

Yeah, Kelly green wagon look better when the gloom out

Canary shine brighter in the dark, I brought the moon out

The plane fly better when it's just me and the pilot

Tuition for the mileage, it's worth it for the silence

There he go, he cast broads like radio

Shit, your lady knows, this Young T like baby clothes

And I got that fire, and I got good dick

Guap long, dick long, plus I look good, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)


She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return (woo)

Because if she get off, then I get off, that's my concern (uh-huh, ah, man)

I'm tryna buy my neighbor house and turn it to a yard (yeah, yeah, turn up that shit)

If you don't know my grandma name, then we ain't really dogs, bitch


That's a lot of mothafuckin' necklace

Five, six, seven is the figure for a setlist (yeah)

Ring, ring, ring, bitch, pick up the phone

I don't care if y'all together, I will tear down a home, shit

I shimmy through Paris in back of Phantom of the threads

The driver's seat of the Enzo, could barely fit my legs

And Virgil my chaperone, he look out from overhead (love you, V)

Not sure what you overheard but it's prolly what I said, bitch

I'm out here livin', y'all on the feed (yuck)

My girl look like Zazie Beetz and Kelis (yuck)

I pull up in the, "What the fuck is that, dawg?" (Vroom, vroom, vroom, I said, "Yuck")

It's Mr. Peculiar, that's who I be, who I be

Niggas tellin' women how they bodies supposed to be

But never take advice from any nigga with a lean gut (fuck these niggas)

Keep your chair rockin' and my two cents in your pocket

Your only option, I don't play no mothafuckin' games


She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return (in return, turn)

And will I ever fall in love again? I can't confirm

I'm tryna buy my neighbor house and turn it to a yard

If you don't know my daughter name, then we ain't really

Dogs


After this

You niggas can't say nothin' (dogtooth, dogtooth)

Suckas (yeah, nigga, uh dogtooth, yeah dogtooth, uh)

Pull up, dogtooth, in the dogtooth

Dogtooth, woo, dogtooth

In the, uh, dogtooth, uh, uh, dogtooth

Yeah, nigga, yeah, dogtooth, in the, yeah, dogtooth, uh



Album: Call Me If You Get Lost

Released: 2021

Artist: Tyler, the Creator

Genres: Spoken Word, Hip-Hop/Rap



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