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Three Loco – We are Llamas Lyrics
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Three Loco
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Call the cops, call the cops Got mad [bad word] marijuana crops Got lime trees and lemon trees Got 20 dirty [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] s skin You stupid [bad word] cannot win, [bad word] your wifey in the face And then I'll take your next of kin, Rin Tin Tin, I'll stick a [bad word] In your [bad word] fish food, which dude's fish food rich dude's fish food, I got an iPad IMac body and your mama sucks my [bad word] when she's high on mollies...Mollies [Hook] [Verse 2: Dirt Nasty] Dirt Nasty and [bad word] This is agriculture I grab a vulture Who left that soda on the table? Grab a coaster (Do that [bad word] 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, [bad word] I'm a farmer (Yeah) Come through with a ugly [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, 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 [bad word] [bad word] id93068880
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