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And I think that bitch too clean if you ask me

Baby know imma dog imma show teeth

Got bark got growl think I got fleas

I’d keep the kids away if you ask me

If you ask me

If you ask me

If you ask me

I don’t need a fucking name you can call me

If you ask me

If you ask me

If you ask me

Chewing on my nails

I’ve been grinding my teeth

Baby no it’s not fair

No one said that it’d be clean

Got me itching at the bone

I’ve been chewing thru the leash

Why they wanna put me down?

Put a needle in his sleeve

They don’t like me on the surface

I don’t like em underneath

Only listen to my wallet

I can’t focus on the grief

I need time

I need clarity

I need Claritin to breathe

And I think that bitch too clean if you ask me

Baby know imma dog imma show teeth

Got bark got growl think I got fleas

I won’t go up past the street if you ask me

Heard he just bit a kid like last week

Old man’s got guns got gangrene

Too ferrel wouldn’t really wanna pet me

Hard to shake it cuz it’s really how they see me

I’ve been running from the mountain

Dirty feet and all

Kinda like it when the crosshairs roam

Between our arms

I don’t wonder why they chase me out

I’m not worried bout loss

Imma put a Lil steel on boot

Imma put it in your arm

Oh they really finna tax y’all

Imma sink ya shit all costs

Kinda fuzzy in the mirror

Kinda burns throwing salt

Chain tires on the backroads

Put the body in a box

Still born under a bad sign

Like the pattern never stops

And I think that bitch too clean if you ask me

Baby know imma dog imma show teeth

Got bark got growl think I got fleas

I won’t go up past the street if you ask me

Heard he just bit a kid like last week

Old man’s got guns got gangrene

Too ferrel wouldn’t really wanna pet me

Hard to shake it cuz it’s really how they see me