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letra de absolute machine {extended} - dick dozer

[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

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