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 Lyricist: Tyler, The Creator
 Lyrics: 
 She could ride my faceI don't want nothing in return
 Her body count and who she fuck ain't never my concern
 I'm tryna buy my neighbor house
 Dogtooth
 
 She could ride my face
 I don't want nothing 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
 Got hobbies, got purpose
 Got thumpers, I'm perfect
 Kelly green wagon look better when the gloom out
 Canary shine brighter in the dark, I bought 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 casts broads like radios
 Shit, 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, bitch
 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 dogs, bitch
 That's a lot of mothafuckin' necklace
 5-6-7 is the figure for a set list
 Ring, ring, ring, bitch
 Pick up the phone
 I don't care if ya'll together
 I will tear down a home
 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 probably what I said
 Bitch, I'm out here livin'
 Ya'll all on the feed (yuck)
 My girl look like Zazie Beetz and Kelis (yuck)
 I pull up in a 'what the fuck is that, dog?' (yuck)
 It's Mr. Peculiar, that's who I be
 Niggas telling women how their bodies supposed to be but
 Never take advice from any nigga with a lean gut
 Keep yo chair rockin' and my two cents in yo pocket
 Your only option
 I don't play no mothafuckin' 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 dogs
 
 Dogtooth
 
 
		
		
	
 
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