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We Are Farmers Lyrics

[Intro]

[Hook]
We are farmers, b** ba dum b** b** b** b**
We are farmers, b** ba dum b** b** b** b**
b** b**, b** b**, b** b** b** b**, b** b** b** b**
We are farmers, b** ba dum b** b** b** b**
[Verse 1: Andy Milonakis]
Call the cops, call the cops
Got mad m************ marijuana crops
Got lime trees and lemon trees
Got 20 dirty b****** down on their knees
Water, water, H2O
No big screens, no HBO
Tomato, tomato, potato, potato
These hoes just won the fat boy lotto
Ma'am, please let me use your grotto, hefty b****** 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****'s skin
You stupid b****** cannot win, f*** your wifey in the face
And then I'll take your next of kin, rented ten, I'll stick a d****
In your f****** fish food, which dude's fish food
A rich dude's fish food, I got an iPad
IMac body and your mama sucks my d*** when she's high on mollies
Mollies

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Dirt Nasty]
Dirt Nasty and s***
This is agriculture
I grab a vulture
Who left that soda on the table?
Grab a coaster
Girls wanna cuddle
Yeah, they wanna snuggle
Aw, that's a cute teddy bear
Put it in your b*** hole
Ooh what you know 'bout me, Dirt Nasty, b****, 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]

[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 b****** 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, s***** 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 guy with sickle cell
Andy Milonakis just went to jail
Drinking V8 in the V12 with three Fs smelling like Adele

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