Dog Lyrics – trolleycat
Singer: trolleycat
Title: Dog
A whole bunch of yes men
Y’all need a check damn
Toying with they mind but I’m a game you can’t chess fam
Not even the villain chile with the manipulation
We ain’t buddy buddy: badge set to arresting
Cold day in hell I’m a copper: that’s dumb mayham
Blow her back out till I’m brick off a spray can
You a swirl? f#ck no, recall that blood sham
A fake through & through but still got them in your hand [your hand
I am [no fan
Queso-half-baked-tear-jerk scam jam
Run a p#ss# through a lie MRI
Coming out the other side beeping 40K times
Cause that layout sh#t
And your weak #ss fits
Course you’d let the fans assemble a male basic b#tch kit
You sprint to network, snap an ankle till your ojo blur
I secrеtly smell double crossing at work
Lowkey I think you wanna bе like me
Lowkey there’s no artistic bone inside your body
Lowkey your highkey and lowkey need some fixing
Flat treble; vague trouble need some mixing
Not impressed!
All the bookoo in the world and you still ain’t blessed?
So you really going through it
Give it a rest
12k diagnoses? Give that ego a test
Let’s make an acquaintance; oh my stars
You ain’t selling your lyrics so give me your bars
They be hearing through the grapevine that a chico be smart
When I’m coming right through and I be stealing your job
P to the A to N to the DER
Feeling psychic; I predict futures
Head in the clouds you can send me postcards
I be looking at you in telescope like I’m on mars
Oh my god
Thump to the sub
Watch me take it too far
Oh my god Oh my god
Thump to the sub
I’m ripping yo jaw
That’s a write off
Charity!
Know you thumping to the sub for some clarity
That’s fair to see
House of cards send the wolf right over
Pancake an army
Equator big steamy bull dozer
Send red rover
Tugging on the chains like a b#tch can smell a poser
Know you think about me just come a little closer
Grubbing on goober cause you intrude upon my sonar
But if you think about it innit just a little karma?
Fashioned as fish when you pop into my sauna?
Net ring pulse and I caught myself a tuna
Big captain prize
You’ll need a whole body donor or I’ll chew you to a goner
Primary school, you an abc nerd
Robitussin with a brass monkey girl
Live by labels, y’all got some to earn
We ain’t got a shortage of what you doin
Enough stock beats in that soup you pouring
Enough of that plant I don’t like growing
Ain’t that a b#tch I won’t even name drop
You ain’t got a pinhead to what I got
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