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[Intro] [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 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, Rin Tin Tin, 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 Letras de canciones[Hook] [Verse 2: Dirt Nasty] Dirt Nasty and shit This is agriculture I grab a vulture 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 [Hook] [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 bitches 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 [Hook] [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, 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 Drinking V8 in the V12 with three L's smelling like Adele From Letras Mania