Lyrics:
Yeah
Ay ay ay ay
B C D E F G
Alphabet alphabet alphabet people can't listen to this
It's not for you
I like based boomers
I like based boomers
I like
(It's not a place you can get to
By a boat or a train...it's far,
Far away...Charlie...I have a
Feeling we're not in Kansas anymore)
Oaahh!
(It's not a place you can get to
By a boat or a train...it's far,
Far away...Charlie...I have a
Feeling we're not in Kansas anymore)
Oaahh!
You order nothing burger a def spot who’s huffing glue a puppet baby boomer blue will game you will lose the anarchist cook book but still you
the cake
Up nigga
Niggas in the bushes in the farm
Can't wait to rake up nigga
Hey
I Steal from the goat
Ride in a boat
Riding in yacht
Fucking a bitch
I
I run this country
I run the banks
I run this lake
Out in the row boat
Out in the row boat
Out in the row boat
Out in the row boat
Out in the row
Ole MacDonald had a farm
E I E I O
And on that farm he beared some arms
E I E I O
With a bang bang here
And a bang bang there
Heres a bang theres
open
She grew up down on a farm
Chevy truck, stick shift, mud tires
Lift kit, drop hitch on the back for towing her MasterCraft
She can drive a ski boat
on Route 13 out on that maggot farm. Earl don't like it when you get
his maggot farm confused with a worm farm. A worm farm is for worms, and
a maggot farm
on steroids
True Religion corduroys
Manager jigging the Backstreet Boys
The Beverly Center with Apple's on Fiona
Boats with naked bitches in Barcelona
Fuck with
a farm down Jacksonville Florida.
Little sail boat, make rounds in the canoe on that lake, oh yeah.
I had a cousin whose names were Sandy and Mandy.
I
the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missin'
From the hogs on my pop's farm
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow
You can come
Old boat, new boat
Red boat, blue boat
Only thing better than one is two boats
Big church, small church
Come one, come all church
New sound,
Enough trouble to make a poor woman
Wonder where she's gonna go
They rowed a little boat
About five miles across the farm
Said they rowed a little
rowed a little boat, just about five miles across the farm
Yeah, they rowed a little boat, down about five miles across the farm
Lord, I packed up all
rowed a little boat just about five miles across the farm
Yeah they rowed a little boat down about five miles across the farm
Lord I packed up all of my
Enough trouble to make a poor woman
Wonder where she's gonna go
They rowed a little boat
About five miles across the farm
Said they rowed a little
Enough trouble to make a poor woman
Wonder where she's gonna go
They rowed a little boat
About five miles across the farm
Said they rowed a little
was good, baby, it was good, baby
We showed 'em all up
No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark
Talkin' 'bout your daddy's farm we were
from the farm, I'm on my grow shit
No boat, made our own waves
You hot or cold, no lukewarm
Can't have nobody folding, more coat hangers my way
No
your first and second jobs back
Your front porch swing
Your bling, bling, bling and a diamond ring
You get your farm, and the barn
And the boat
and second jobs back
Your front porch swing
Your bling, bling, bling and a diamond ring
You get your farm, and the barn
And the boat, and the Harley
And that
your first and second jobs back
Your front porch swing
Your bling, bling, bling and a diamond ring
You get your farm, and the barn
And the boat
clothes
To wear or sell when you wash out the blood
Run my little brother
Run to the chicken farm
Opportunity is calling
You might even find a watch
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