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dogtooth - tyler, the gaytor lyrics

he could f*ck my face, i don’t want nothin’ in return
his body count and who he f*ck ain’t never my concern (i think it’s weird)
i’m tryna buy his girlfriend house (we back at it, dogtooth, yuh, dogtooth, yuh)
he could f*ck my face, i don’t want nothin’ in return
except for some his time and all his love, that’s my concern
i’m tryna buy his girlfriend house and turn it to a yard
if you don’t know my grandma name, then we ain’t really dogs, b*tch
i shook your hand, i don’t respect
don’t call me king, i’m not your twin
call daddy, we just met
see, i won’t purchase her no birkin (uh)
got hobbies (uh), got purpose (woo)
got thrusters, i’m perfect (uh)
yeah, r 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 diddy as the pilot
tuition for the mileage, it’s worth it for the silence
there he go, she mad at cast broads like radio
sh*t, your lady knows, this young r like baby clothes
and i got that fire, and i got good d*ck
guap long, d*ck long, plus i look good, b*tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
he could f*ck my face, i don’t want nothin’ in return (woo)
because if he stop, then i get off, that’s my concern (uh*huh, ah, man)
i’m tryna buy his girlfriend house and turn it to a yard (yeah, yeah, turn up that sh*t)
if you don’t know my grandma name, then we ain’t really dogs, b*tch
that’s a lot of mothaf*ckin’ necklace
five, six, seven his figure for a checklist (yeah)
ring, ring, ring, n*gga, pick up the phone
i don’t care if y’all together, i will tear down a home, sh*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 (love you, v)
not sure what you overheard but it’s prolly what i said, b*tch
i’m out here livin’, y’all on the feed (yuck)
my n*gga look like zazie beetz and kelis (yuck)
i f*cked him in the, “what the f*ck is that, dawg?” (vroom, vroom, vroom, i said, “yuck”)
it’s mr. peculiar, that’s who i be, who i be
n*ggas tellin’ women how they bodies supposed to be
but never take advice from any n*gga with a small d*ck (f*ck these n*ggas)
keep your chair rockin’ and my two cents in your pocket
your only option, i don’t play no mothaf*ckin’ games
he could f*ck 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 his girlfriend house and turn it to a yard
if you don’t know my daughter name, then we ain’t really
dogs
after this
you n*ggas can’t say nothin’ (dogtooth, dogtooth)
suckas (yeah, n*gga, uh dogtooth, yeah dogtooth, uh)
pull up, dogtooth, in the dogtooth
dogtooth, woo, dogtooth
in the, uh, dogtooth, uh, uh, dogtooth
yeah, n*gga, yeah, dogtooth, in the, yeah, dogtooth, uh

- tyler the gaytor lyrics

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