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THREE LOCO(FEAT. DIPLO) lyrics : "We Are Farmers"

[Hook (Only appears on "We Are Farmers")]
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

[Verse 1: Andy Milonakis]
Call the cops, call the cops
Got mad mother$#&@ing !@!@&& crops

Got lime trees and lemon trees
Got 20 dirty (*##$es 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 (*##$es is my motto
If you get on top, hooker, I think you might break my throttle
I'll knock your head off, you softer than a (*##$'s skin

You stupid (*##$es cannot win, $#&@ your wifey in the face
And then I'll take your next of kin, Rin Tin Tin, I'll stick a !@(*
In your $#&@ing fish food, which dude's fish food

A rich dude's fish food, I got an iPad
IMac body and your mama sucks my dick when she's high on mollies...Mollies


[Verse 2: Dirt Nasty]

Dirt Nasty and %#@!
This is agriculture
I grab a vulture

Who left that soda on the table?
Grab a coaster (Do that %#@!)
Girls wanna cuddle (Mhmm)

Yeah, they wanna snuggle (Come'er)
Aw, that's a cute teddy bear
Put it in your butt hole

Ooh what you know 'bout me, Dirt Nasty, (*##$, I'm a farmer (Yeah)
Come through with a ugly $$# 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


[Verse 3: Riff Raff]
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 (*##$es 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


[Verse 4: Diplo]

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, 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 L's smelling like Adele

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