lirik lagu dick dozer – absolute machine {extended}
[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)
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