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 motherfucking marijuana crops
Got lime trees and lemon trees
Got 20 dirty bitches 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 bitches 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 bitch's skin
You stupid bitches cannot win
Fuck your wifey in the face
And then I'll take your next of kin
Rented ten, I'll stick a dildo
In your fucking 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

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 shit this is agriculture
I grab a vulture (Cluck)
Who left that soda on the table?
Grab a coaster (Do that shit)
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, bitch, i'm a farmer
(yeah) come through with a ugly ass 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 (Lamb text)
Too strudel, toaster strudel
Ballin' on you poodles (Swish) two cougars
40 plus, clutching Rugers (How?)
Blackout the two seater
MC Hammer, have you seen her
(Have you seen her, seen her, seen her)
40 karats in the gallon (Seen her)
It's apparent, your parents
Got 'em runnin' like mascara (Oh, shit)
Tempers flaring
I pull up in the Ric Flair McClaren (Wooh)
Four bad bitches on probation
Are you sharing (Are you sharing)
Got 'em jealous, 20 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

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

(Diplo) i'm a farmer boy
Goin' Scottie Pippen in Illinois
Teeth full of diamond and corduroys
Been a while since I was unemployed
I'm the real McCoy, not a 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 clacked 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 a V12 with
Three elves 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