Three Loco - We are Llamas lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum [Verse 1: Andy Milonakis] Call the cops, call the cops Got mad motherf**ing marijuana crops Got lime trees and lemon trees Got twenty 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, Rin Tin Tin, 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 [Hook] Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum [Verse 2: Dirt Nasty] 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 Yeah, they wanna snuggle Aw, that's a cute teddy bear Put it in your bu*thole Ooh what you know 'bout me, Dirt Nasty, b**h, I'm a farmer Come through with a ugly a** ho, call her two-headed llama She wanna sleep on me, better bring some pajamas I got a white boy Entourage, Johnny Drama [Hook] Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum [Verse 3: Riff Raff] Ay, yo Spandex, I pull up with a lamb text Too strudel, toaster strudel, ballin' on you poodles Two cougars, forty-plus, clutching Rugers Black out the two-seater, MC Hammer, have you seen her Forty 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? Got 'em jealous, twenty inches on you fellas chop the tellers Got 'em running over Jerome Bettis, Versace lettuce No dieting, Gucci eyelids, I go to sleep, snobby pilots [Hook] Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum [Verse 4: Diplo] Diplo I'm a farmer boy, goin' Scottie Pippen in Illinois Teeth full of diamonds and corduroys, been a while since I was unemployed I'm the real McCoy, not a Hatfield My RV got rims on twelve 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, bong 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 Drinking V8 in the V12 with three Ls smelling like Adele [Hook] Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum