Three Loco - We Are Farmers lyrics

We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Call the cops, call the cops Got mad motherf**ing marijuana crops Got lime trees and lemon trees Got 20 dirty b**hes down on their knees Water, water, H2O No big screens, no HBO Tomato, tomato, potato, potato These hoes just won the fat boy lotto Hef, please let me use your grotto, hefty b**hes is my motto If you get on top, hooker, I think you might break my throttle I'll knock your head off, you softer than a b**h's skin You stupid b**hes cannot win, f** your wifey in the face And then I'll take your next of kin, rented ten, I'll stick a dil*o In your f**ing fish food, which dude's fish food A rich dude's fish food, I got an iPad IMac body and your mama s**s my dick when she's high on mollies...Mollies We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Dirt Nasty and sh** This is agriculture I grab a vulture Who left that soda on the table? Grab a coaster (Do that sh**) Girls wanna cuddle (Mhmm) Yeah, they wanna snuggle (Come'er) Aw, that's a cute teddy bear Put it in your bu*t hole Ooh what you know 'bout me, Dirt Nasty, b**h, I'm a farmer (Yeah) Come through with a ugly a** ho, call her two-headed llama She wanna sleep on me, better bring some pajamas (Good night) I got a white boy Entourage, Johnny Drama We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Ay, yo Spandex (Spandex), I pull up with a lamb text Too strudel, toaster strudel, ballin' on you poodles Swish! Two cougars, 40 plus, clutching Rugers Blackout the two seater, MC Hammer, have you seen her (seen her) 40 karats in the gallon It's apparent, your parents, got 'em runnin' like mascara Tempers flaring, I pull up in the Ric Flair McClaren Four bad b**hes on probation, are you sharing (are you sharing) Got 'em jealous, 20 inches, all you fellas chop the tellers Got 'em running over Jerome Bettis, Versace lettuce No dieting, Gucci eyelids, I go to sleep, snobby pilots We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum I'm a farmer boy, goin' Scottie Pippen in Illinois Teeth full of diamonds and corduroy, been a while since I was unemployed I'm the real McCoy, not Hatfield My RV got rims on 12 wheels, I ride to the club on a school of seals Turtles and beluga whales, Escargot and a plate of snails My farm grows broccoli and I get paid well Only time will tell, armored like I just cracked the liberty bell Gracin' on the cover of Mademoiselle, sicker than a sick guy with sickle cell Andy Milonakis just went to jail Drink a V8 in a V12 with three Fs smelling like Adele We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum