Lyrics DOGTOOTH – Tyler, The Creator
She could ride my face, I don’t want nothin’ in return
Her body count and who she f**k ain’t never my concern
I’m tryna buy my neighbor house
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 dawgs, b**ch
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 no Birkin
Got hobbies, got purpose
Got thumpers, I’m perfect
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
S**t, your lady knows, it’s young T like baby clothes
And I got that fire, and I got good dick
Guap long, dick long, plus I look good, b**ch
She could ride my face, I don’t want nothin’ in return
Because if she get off, then I get off, 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 dawgs, b**ch
That’s a lot of mothaf**kin’ necklace
Five, six, seven is the figure for a setlist
Ring, ring, ring, b**ch, pick up the phone
I don’t care if y’all together, I will tear down a home, s**t
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
Not sure what you overheard but it’s prolly what I said, b**ch
I’m out here livin’, y’all on the feed
My girl look like Zazie Beetz and Kelis
I pull up in the What the f**k is that, dawg
It’s Mr. Peculiar, that’s who I be, who I be
N**gas tellin’ women how they bodies supposed to be
But never take advice from any n**ga with a lean gut
Keep your chair rockin’ and my two cents in your pocket
Your only option, I don’t play no mothaf**kin’ games
She could ride my face, I don’t want nothin’ in return
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..
After this
You n**gas can’t say nothin’
Suckas
Pull up, dogtooth, in the dogtooth
Dogtooth, woo, dogtooth
In the, uh, dogtooth, uh, uh, dogtooth
Yeah, n**ga, yeah, dogtooth, in the, yeah, dogtooth, uh…
➤ Written by Tyler, The Creator
Album: Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale
Produced by Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator | 2023
