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absolute machine {extended} - dick dozer lyrics

[intro]
the national weather service has issued a severe weather warning for all counties in the surrounding area if you have a dog or cat that you do not like leave it outside if you live in a mobile home it’s been nice knowing you. (moan)

[verse 1: d*ck dozer]
b*tches talkin’ what my d*ck be like (f*ck!)
f*cked your b*tch gave that hoe a racin’ stripe (god)
d*mn p*ssy lookin’ like a raisin right (god)
d*mn now your girl outta sight (god)
d*mn ’cause i pulled up and i f*cked her right (god)
d*mn now you know why she won’t stay the night (p*ssy)
higher than ozone i f*cked your b*tch and she gave me dome(f*ck!)
call me d*ck dozer she give me head then i bend her over
i cut a b*tch like a lawnmower i’m feelin’ loose ’cause i am a grower
if she smoke d*ck she’s a b*n*r stoner
she can park that ass but i’ll have to tow her

[chorus]
big p*ssy, cumberland gap (aye yuh)
move to oregon, smoke crack (lil b*tch)
double d’s, b00by trap
i got the glock, in the f*nny pack (f*ck!)

[verse 2: d*ck dozer]
d*ck dozer the big b*n*r run her over in my benz rover
she can’t come over ’cause i already boned her
quicken loans get no p*ssy loaner
hot b*tch wanna l!ck it
she got chlamydia but i’ll risk it
so i feed it to her like a fish stick
and then she suck my d*ck and she don’t spit (b*tch)
you’re a p*ssy hoe you don’t get no p*ssy hoe (p*ssy)
kick her out the dough she needed a bando
p*ssy taste like pho finger game like banjo
i’m in her torso my stroke game like van gogh (facts)
[chorus]
big p*ssy, cumberland gap (aye yuh)
move to oregon, smoke crack (lil b*tch)
double d’s, b00by trap
i got the glock, in the f*nny pack

[verse 3: trapsanta]
i’m tryna think of something hard to say
i’m not talkin’ ’bout d*cks yea that’s g*y
i’m trapsanta b*tch no i ain’t tayk
but ima still do that race everyday
now i have to switch the flow and i’m ’bout to take yo hoe
when i cum in yea that b*tch gon’ flow like the niagra hoe
unh and i’m in dis b*tch unh but i ain’t lil yachty b*tch
unh but i’m floatin’ in this b*tch yea i’m a surfer b*tch esskeetit!
talkin’ all that sh*t might just get you hit
in the block brady i’m just in the pitch
got my thug sh*t end up in the bowl yea super bowl
i’m hangin’ with my bros yea i’m counting stacks
i just like all these racks all i like is figures chillin’ with my n*ggas!!
i don’t wanna hit ya b*tch i move figures b*tch i’m worth 10 figures b*tch i neva hit ya you can suck the pitcher
i don’t know what that means the b*tch is just a fiend
she want my nicotine oh my god (she f*ckin’ on the team)

[verse 4: tarxan]
it’s tarxan and i’m feelin’ mean sold that b*tch some amphetamine
i never sip lean but i’m lookin’ clean
your b*tch f*cking the whole team
pull up and i pop an addy bend her over i’m her f*cking daddy
yea i bust so quick already called the caddy (b*tch!)
(overk!ll)
[chorus]
big p*ssy, cumberland gap (what?)
move to oregon, smoke crack (aye)
double d’s, b00by trap (yuh)
i got the glock in the f*nny pack (its lit)

- dick dozer lyrics

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