Lyrics:
at the brother
Can't tell a book lookin' at the cover
Baby can't you see how you misjudged me
I may look like a farmer, baby, but I'm a lover
Can't
Rock-a-bye baby
In the treetop
When the wind blows
Daddy for us
Thing-a-bye baby
I'll farmer from me
Come back real soon
Cradle in all
Farmers Boulevard, baby
Yo, I was kinda,
I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it
But yo, L
Won't you, won't you sum it all up for the people, aight?
on a detox
Big farmer Big farmer
Yeah baby I be callin'
No baby no stallin'
Ganja farmer be ballin'
(Shh) ganja farmer no talkin'
It's ganja farmer
Reggae no
day, out one day
Yes, Farmer McGee, he come out one day and that bobcat gone away
Now, Farmer McGee had a baby girl, a baby girl, a baby girl
Farmer
your farmer's tan
Baby write my number on your hand
It'd look pretty dang good with your farmer's tan
Baby write my number on your hand
your farmer's tan
Baby write my number on your hand
It'd look pretty dang good with your farmer's tan
Baby write my number on your hand
To spread the info to the kin folk
Fuckin with the climate on the inside of the windows
They're here, the baby farmers gonna take it farther
Make a mark
I get wating girls them just dey like oh
I get big yam but me I no be farmer oh
Baby as you see me so me
Me I no be 40 seconds man
Any style way you
on, keep rollin' on
You were flyin to high for my little ol' sky
So I'm movin' on. Move on baby.
Mr. Farmer won't you please listen to me
'Cause I
movin' on, keep rollin' on
You were flyin to high for my little ol' sky
So I'm movin' on. Move on baby.
Mr. Farmer won't you please listen to me
the best option
Baby farmer
Thank you, Mrs. Harding
For raising my newborn
You can do what you want
Now back to the brothel
that seeks for this infant purity nectarine
sacrificing newborns, praising our dark lord.
The old baby farmer, the wretched Miss Dyer
At the Old Bailey
of farmers like to go out Friday night for dinner
Wives of farmers always find a trusting baby sitter
Wives of farmers know their husbands don't always know
come home to the farmer's daughter
Yeah, the farmer's daughter,
Hey baby
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover.
CHORUS: Oh-oh, can't you see? You misjudged me, baby!
I look like a farmer but--I'm a lover!
Can't
of farmers like to go out Friday night for dinner
Wives of farmers always find a trusting baby sitter
Wives of farmers know their husbands don't always know
(huh SlattBaby oouu)
(Hee SlimeRockstar haa)
(wooo)I got a plan like farmer(farmer)
I got a plan like farmer(farmer)
I got a plan like
yeggwe dance
Yeggwe queen, yeggwe moon, yeggwe mars
Yeggwe my future baby yeggwe nurse oh
Nze ndi nsigo, baby yeggwe farmer
Nze ndi kkubo, baby yeggwe
club, when a bouncer notices he doesn't have any shoes on"
F1: ohh baby you like it when I dance with you
Cow: moo
F1: uh uh uh, you can't touch that
still here with me)
What they don't know is
The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (uh)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what)
still here with me)
What they don't know is
The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (uh)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what)
ya, baby
I work at Farmer Jack on the dinner floor, baby
[Fat Sweaty Betty]
I bring it home, I cook it in a microwave
I feeds it to ya, just let me get
farmer
So baby, don't even try
Women I hate, hate it
Women I hate, hate it
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