Three Loco feat. Diplo - We Are Llamas текст песни

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, 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, 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

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum

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

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum

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

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum

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

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum

Diplo , Three Loco - We Are Llamas

Текст песни We Are Llamas - Diplo , Three Loco