| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Call the cops, call the cops
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| Got mad motherfucking marijuana crops
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| Got lime trees and lemon trees
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| Got twenty dirty bitches down on their knees
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| Water, water, H2O
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| No big screens, no HBO
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| Tomato
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| tomato, potato, potato
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| These hoes just won the fat boy lotto
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| Hef, please let me use your grotto,
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| hefty bitches is my motto
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| If you get on top, hooker, I think you might break my throttle
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| I’ll knock your head off, you softer than a bitch’s skin
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| You stupid bitches cannot win,
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| fuck your wifey in the face
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| And then I’ll take your next of kin,
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| Rin Tin Tin, I’ll stick a dildo
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| In your fucking fish food, which dude’s fish food
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| A rich dude’s fish food,
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| I got an iPad
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| iMac body
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| and your mama sucks my dick when she’s high on
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| mollies, mollies
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Dirt Nasty and shit
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| This is agriculture
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| I grab a vulture
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| Who left that soda on the table?
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| Grab a coaster (Do that shit)
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| Girls wanna cuddle
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| Yeah, they wanna snuggle
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| Aw, that’s a cute teddy bear
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| Put it in your butthole
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| Ooh what you know 'bout me, Dirt Nasty, bitch, I’m a farmer
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| Come through with a ugly ass ho, call her two-headed llama
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| She wanna sleep on me, better bring some pajamas
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| I got a white boy Entourage, Johnny Drama
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Ay, yo
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| Spandex, I pull up with a lamb text
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| Too strudel, toaster strudel,
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| ballin' on you poodles
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| Two cougars, forty-plus,
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| clutching Rugers
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| Black out the two-seater,
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| MC Hammer, have you seen her
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| Forty karats in the gallon
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| It’s apparent, your parents, got 'em runnin' like mascara
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| Tempers flaring, I pull up in the Ric Flair McClaren
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| Four bad bitches on probation, are you sharing?
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| Got 'em jealous, twenty inches
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| on you fellas chop propellers
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| Got 'em running over Jerome Bettis,
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| Versace lettuce
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| No dieting,
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| Gucci eyelids,
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| I go to sleep, snobby pilots
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Diplo
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| I’m a farmer boy, goin' Scottie Pippen in Illinois
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| Teeth full of diamonds and corduroys,
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| been a while since I was unemployed
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| I’m the real McCoy, not a Hatfield
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| My RV got rims on twelve wheels,
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| I ride to the club on a school of seals
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| Turtles and beluga whales, escargot and a plate of snails
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| My farm grows broccoli and I get paid well
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| Only time will tell, bong like I just cracked the liberty bell
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| Gracin' on the cover of Mademoiselle,
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| sicker than a sick guy with sickle cell
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| Andy Milonakis just went to jail
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| Drinking V8 in the V12 with three Ls smelling like Adele
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum ba dum bum bum bum bum |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Are Llamas , by - Three Loco. Song from the album Three Loco EP, in the genre Электроника